You get overwhelmed.
There's always so much happening at once,
you’re left wondering what you’re even supposed to do.
It’s hard to focus on just one thing,
so you end up getting nothing done.
Where do you even start,
with literally anything?
You’re exhausted just thinking about it,
yet everyone around you says,”Just get it done.”
It’s not that easy.
Nobody knows what's going on behind the scenes,
how truly mentally and physically drained you are,
especially when your mind is non-stop.
You’re feeling lonely,
but you want to be left alone.
You wish someone understood,
someone you could talk to without judgment.
But they don’t seem to exist,
so you as well cease to exist.
You’re convinced life's not fair,
it never will be;
just an empty shell like your soul already left.
You’ve sat and stared
at a blank TV longer than you should;
***** dishes,
***** clothes,
trash all pile up;
yet for some reason,
nobody wants you to give up.
Your starving stomach
consuming itself,
cant get up
wont eat.
Forget cooking,
a task that will go incomplete.
Don’t want to get up on your feet,
select your life,
hit delete.
If depression was currency,
you’d have immense wealth,
still no energy
to care about your health.
People around you they pretend to care,
they ask if you're okay,
if they dare.
You’ll just lie to their face
and pretend you’re fine,
telling the truth would be crossing the line.
Feeling like if you stand up you’ll just fall over,
your brains a glass full of mud
bound to flow over.
But then i stop.
i catch the reflection in the glass behind the door,
the one i’ve been talking to,
pacing the floor.
Broken and stranded,
with words i've never spoken,
i see the defeated symbol
that of which i've been branded.
i realize then the person I've been hating,
the one i've been ruthlessly berating…
Is just me.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:53 PM UTC
You get overwhelmed.
There's always so much happening at once,
you’re left wondering what you’re even supposed to do.
It’s hard to focus on just one thing,
so you end up getting nothing done.
Where do you even start,
with literally anything?
You’re exhausted just thinking about it,
yet everyone around you says,”Just get it done.”
It’s not that easy.
Nobody knows what's going on behind the scenes,
how truly mentally and physically drained you are,
especially when your mind is non-stop.
You’re feeling lonely,
but you want to be left alone.
You wish someone understood,
someone you could talk to without judgment.
But they don’t seem to exist,
so you as well cease to exist.
You’re convinced life's not fair,
it never will be;
just an empty shell like your soul already left.
You’ve sat and stared
at a blank TV longer than you should;
***** dishes,
***** clothes,
trash all pile up;
yet for some reason,
nobody wants you to give up.
Your starving stomach
consuming itself,
cant get up
wont eat.
Forget cooking,
a task that will go incomplete.
Don’t want to get up on your feet,
select your life,
hit delete.
If depression was currency,
you’d have immense wealth,
still no energy
to care about your health.
People around you they pretend to care,
they ask if you're okay,
if they dare.
You’ll just lie to their face
and pretend you’re fine,
telling the truth would be crossing the line.
Feeling like if you stand up you’ll just fall over,
your brains a glass full of mud
bound to flow over.
But then i stop.
i catch the reflection in the glass behind the door,
the one i’ve been talking to,
pacing the floor.
Broken and stranded,
with words i've never spoken,
i see the defeated symbol
that of which i've been branded.
i realize then the person I've been hating,
the one i've been ruthlessly berating…
Is just me.
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