It's been 3 days since I've taken a shower.
3 days, and I tell myself every night "tonight I'll take a shower."
I'll get up even, talk to myself about it, ask myself to do it.
And then I just... won't.
Because the thought of getting into that shower is suddenly so heavy, so hard, I can't think about it anymore.
Who said depression wasn't heavy?
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoesíaThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
