I don't know how to explain
why I laid in bed for three weeks
or why I didn't pick up your call
the first time
or the second time
or the twelfth time
how do I explain
that I could barely manage breathing
much less talking
much less tell you how I was feeling
all my energy was saved for
sobbing into pillows
how do I explain
that i know it doesn't make sense
that I couldn't pick up the phone
for three goddamn weeks
that there isn't any reason
other than just not being able to stand up
with out spending hours
screaming at myself to just
get the fuck up
while reminding my muscles
how to work
I don't know how to explain to you
why I'm so fucked up
-trying to tell my friends about my depression
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
