Being Depressed Is like having a cold
You wake up in the morning to the same ring you hear every day. But today there's a weight on you. In your head and your chest, sinking you into your bed, like a rock through pond water. It weighs you down until you feel lost in your sheets. But you have yet to even move and you haven't stopped your alarm yet. You wonder how long it would ring for if you just left it alone. you begin considering not hitting the button and not even getting up today. Wondering how it would feel, giving in to the weight and letting it sink you as far down as it can.
But, eventually, you reach over, your tired bones cracking as you hit the button to turn off the alarm. Everything feels weak, and all of your joints seem to ache this morning.
You tell yourself everything is fine and that you need to get up. Five more minutes pass. You haven't moved. Five minutes turn to an hour, finally, you remind yourself that the world is still moving and that it won't stop for a little cold or... even a mild case of depression.
Barely managing to sit up and rub your tired eyes, you feel the weight again. It seems heavier now but you dare not check and compare, afraid to really get lost in your sheets if you did. you stand. Suddenly your vision is a little fuzzy and your head is throbbing . Your limbs feel like they have given up on carrying you. They have called in sick this morning even though you don't have time for sick days.
The pounding words in your mind, beg you to just lay back down. Drumming away at your skull until you give in. And you do.
You call in sick just like your bones did and spend the day sinking into your mattress. Far beyond retrieval.
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Words n' shit
PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
