rusted scabs

today
i am
a pillar
of pitted
metal
there is
nothing
insidw
of me
no hope
no happy
no anger
no sorrow
just
patches of
rusted scabs
clinging
to where
a person
once inhabited

depression
is a hole
swallowing me
whole
i want to
hurt
so i know
i don’t just
exist
but that
i am
actually
alive.

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