black. that's what i think of when i hear depression.
white. that's what i think of when i hear anxiety.
gray. that's what i think of when i hear both. what i have.
when you put all of your trust in everything, and then it sinks like the titanic.
when you spread yourself thin. that's depression.
when they fill you up with meds that are supposed to make you happy.
when they try and try.
when you have to pretend everything is fine.
i was hospitalized for a month, i should know how it feels
right?
i should know what to do
i should know how to help
i don't though, i just roll and roll
i roll into the night like a gray blob
that was once black, but just got worse and worse
YOU ARE READING
those days
Poetryon the first day I told myself I wouldn't do it I wouldn't hurt them like I have before everything was a lie
