Everyone always talks about how they feel empty
How their stomach collapses
And their bones ache
They talk about being hollow.
And I envy them
I envy their absolute emptiness
Because I feel full,
Ready to break open
I feel heavy
I feel swollen
I feel so saturated
And I am drowning in all the everything pressed into my bones
There is no room for me inside myself anymore.
People always talk about how depression makes them feel empty
But it makes me so full,
Organs collapsing beneath the growing nothingness that inhabits me.