Today I can't get up.
Depression sinking in, I'm finding it hard to move.
My mattress has made a home for my body and my blankets are a cocoon of comfort.
I will lay in my bed and waste my day away.
Because the brick in my chest is too heavy to lift and my limbs feel numb.
Eyelids heavy, I will dream of tomorrow, one where I am strong enough to get up
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
PoetryAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
