This is day to day

and sometimes hour to hour.

Mental illness is a bitch you can whip until it bleeds

crawling for cover

before it gets hungry again and comes back groveling.  

I do not have enough to give. 

I am a meal

swallowed whole

and never sufficient. 

Fighting.

Submitting.

Struggling to breathe.

Begging to be gifted 

*life*

*death*

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