Depression. It feels like I'm constantly fighting myself It's as though I require pep talks and prizes for doing the daily essentials of living I need to shower but i fight it worse than I fight sleep I want to nap Wake up and take a nap to recoup from taking a nap My bed is welcoming and my sadness needs a refuge. I hide under the covers and I bring along anxiety so it doesn't feel left out I wouldn't be complete if they didn't want to fly hand in hand. My depression compliments my anxiety Three days without showering. Five days without brushing her hair. That's a new record. The hair was all you replied anxiety. I'm just here to make sure she feels like she's drowning before the water hits her shoulders. Heavy. My arms are made of up all my forgotten dreams And my legs are weighed down my parents disappointment Lifting myself off the couch is easy So easy I don't want to do It'd be an easy feat Lies. If it were easy it wouldn't be 2am and I wouldn't be surrounded by wrappers and guilty thoughts Hold me. Just ******* hold me. Don't kiss me like I'm pretty. Don't run your hands up my thigh like you have to touch me Don't stare at me until my skin is ablaze and I lose all willpower. Don't even ******* hold me I hold myself I put the pieces back I dust myself off I shower I brushed my hair today. Today was a good day.