oh yeah, oh yeah,
I've been depressed too.
Don't tell me I don't know what it's like.
I do and I get that writing about the
difficulty of getting out of bed makes you feel productive
and a little better.
But
I just think you should throw out your sad songs and
melancholy pen somedays—today.
Take long drinks of something cold and feel sunshine
on closed eyelids. Something.
Stop writing poems about it.
I used to write poems about it and I can tell you,
it aired the ***** laundry,
took that weight off my chest
but it didn't free me from any demons,
just chained me to them with words.