I woke up on this Monday morning feel like my chest weighed more than an elephant.
Like every morning used to be before.
My jr high years were the worst of my life.
Depression filled every inch, every crevice of my mind.
I thought i had it under control.
That i would only get so bad a few times a year.
But today, on this Monday morning, i lied.
To everyone.
My boss.
My parents.
My love.
Told them my head was hurting and i was nauseous.
But it was just my depression.
It ate me up like a Sunday brunch.
Like that one dish you wait all year for come Christmas time.
Mouth watering deliciousness.
I took some pills,
and called in to work.
Went back to sleep.
Woke up and took more pills.
Went back to sleep.
And still don't have the strength to eat.
Cause that's what depression does.
But still, no one knows.
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Poems In The Moment
PoetryI write so I don't explode. If you feel like no one listens and you're alone. This is for you. It's not going to make you feel better. You'll just have someone to relate to.
