Anatomy of Depression

My heart is a muscle the size of my fist 
My teeth wear crowns that ache      
This brain makes it painful to exist 

My scoliosis spine is bent in a twist  
My eyes blacken from being awake  
My heart is a muscle the size of my fist 

My lungs are cigarette cancer kissed  
My knees are ready to buckle and break  
This brain makes it painful to exist  

My skeletal system can barely subsist  
My head sits on my neck like a mistake  
My heart is a muscle the size of my fist 

My tears evaporate into an ugly mist  
My bones shake like an earthquake  
This brain makes it painful to exist  

My thoughts are as unwanted as a cyst  
Telling me to Plath myself like a cake 
My heart is a muscle the size of my fist 
This brain makes it painful to exist