Another day spent
with my head under the covers
and the kitchen is, I swear to god
a mile away.
Mostly
I think I'm so out of it
I wouldn't even deserve
a participation award.
Little by little becoming more
passive and less aggressive.
Someone says my name wrong and
I don't correct them.
It's a game of charades where
I act out The Sadness but
no one can guess what it is.

I can't talk about it here. The walls are too thin. Some days the sheets are so heavy that I can't get out if bed. I just wallow in it instead. I just wallow in it instead.