one-shots

Poem

Why I couldn't get out of bed.
I stayed in bed scrolling through the apps on my phone.
My head was pounding but I don't know why.
I text my friend and he says that i was wild the night before but i remember laying in my bed watching Netflix.

So i ask him, "What happened?" 

he replies and he tells me that I was at a party last night, and i find that impossible because anxiety had me wrapped up in her arms so tight that i couldn't open the window, and depression was knocking at my front door. 

Depression is keeping me in my bed while anxiety is telling me to get up because if you want in late to class people will stare at you.
Why I can't get out of bed.
When I try to get up the blankets curl me back in and depression coos and says i don't have to get up while anxiety tells me that i have to or the people around me wont treat me the same.
Every now and again an old friend of mine named Anorexia pops her head in, she says that i'm too fat to be able to get out of bed, and that i should skip my meals and stay in bed.

I cant get out of bed because i'm scared of everything that hangs around in my head.

But i force myself to get up.
Because even though depression sings in my ear, that low soothing voice. 

And Anxiety is way too chipper for 5 o'clock in the morning. 
And anorexia is still trying to get me back.

I know that if i cant get out of bed, they win. But i can fight. And I will fight.