being depressed isn't just sadness.
it's the
hand that's always
on your shoulder
reminding you it's there
it's not being able to get out of bed,
not being able to do the things you love,
not being able to eat what you want, or wear clean clothes, let alone what you want.
it's
breaking down at
three am, it's
not being able to
just be happy
even when you should be
it's
staring at your wall from the second you
wake up to the second you
go back to sleep
it's the apathy you feel
it's sleeping for 19 hours or not sleeping for 3 days
it's the sadness that
lingers behind you
even on your happiest days reminding you
that you are not ok
YOU ARE READING
poems at 3am
Poetrypoems i write at 3 am, during breakdowns and/or hard times contains triggering content
