"At 12 AM, I forgot about the laundry,
still curling in the washing machine,
but I let it slide, like the dishes
I left at 12 PM, the last time I ate,
like the friend I left in 2011,
the last time I armed my heart
with less than two lies. "

Cynnie!!! Damn it. You're breaking my heart too much! Forgetting the laundry, the dishes, not eating... I feel so guilty reading this, because of how much I can relate to it.
The end to that stanza is so powerful. I just... I can't really describe it. Wow.

"At 3 AM, I forgot about 3 PM,
I washed the bottle and refilled it
with salt, but didn't scrub my face,
left the lies dying there,"

Oh mercy Cynnie. You can't do this to me! Stop writing how it feels to be depressed this well. I can feel every line within me, kicking and screaming.

"turned the ugliness inside-out,
like the ragged doll I wrecked
at the age of 8, and patched up again

just to have it look like myself."

And this... The ending. Wow. I struggle to find the words on how much I love this. The imagery is so powerful that it makes chest ache. I love this.

I love this poem overall. It's amazing. Obvious 5/5 etc.

Damnit Cynnie. <3