crossing bridges // poetry

poem 6.7

Depression has struck again.
I know it's just the stress of school and when break comes around I'll be alright, but damn.
Depression sucks and I feel like I'm doing to spiral down at any moment.
I wish my brain didn't have a chemical imbalance and could just receive enough serotonin in its dumb receptor sites.
I know comparing yourself to others isn't good, but I still do it.
And it seems as if my axon has not been myelinated which is why I'm slow compared to others but it's probably just my laziness.
And partially due to feeling unmotivated.
And sad.
Really sad.
Like,
All the time.

I'm starting to think that it'd be easier to study my own body instead of a hypothetical one.
I could see all the flaws and my own neurotransmitters that don't work properly.
Maybe I'll donate my body to research when I die.
Yeah,
I think that's what I'll do.