My therapist says my depression is not a part of me
And she's right
But it's like a parasite
And by the time you notice it you don't know where it ends and you begin
And sometimes it is a part of me
It's something that's made me stronger
It's a logical reason I can't get out of bed not just cause I'm lazy
It's motivation to make art
It's put at bay with a happy thought and an energy drink
But other times it takes over
It weighs so heavy that breathing hurts
It attaches weights to my eyelids
But when I try to sleep it's reminding me why I shouldn't wake up
It's the voice of every mean word ever said to me
But she's right it's not me
But it does a good job of try to be
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Poems and Songs From my Heart
PoetryThese are some things I write some are depressing, and may trigger you so read with caution, some are happier
