If I knew being tired all the time was a warning sign of depression,
I could have diagnosed myself years ago.

It’s okay if I’m not the girl of your dreams.
Or the one you wake up next to in the morning.
Truthfully, all I’ve ever wanted was to be the girl you
think of years from now, on a cloudy day,
staring up at the sky and wishing the clouds would move
because the sky no longer resembles my blue eyes.