Feb 2019
My skin broke out, my rooms a mess,
I’m starting to think that I’m depressed
I can’t get out of bed today,
But I say that I’m okay
The busy blur of my daily life,
Has become as blunt as a butter knife
As I try to style my hair,
I begin to think, I just don’t care
So please be here for when I fall,
And please be patient as I bawl
I’m sorry if I make you stressed,
It’s just my fault for being depressed
I’m starting to think that I’m depressed
I can’t get out of bed today,
But I say that I’m okay
The busy blur of my daily life,
Has become as blunt as a butter knife
As I try to style my hair,
I begin to think, I just don’t care
So please be here for when I fall,
And please be patient as I bawl
I’m sorry if I make you stressed,
It’s just my fault for being depressed
I feel like having depression ruins y relationship with people. As I start to care less about myself it impacts the way I treat others. I feel the need to explain myself to others but I just feel like I annoy them. So this silly little attempt of a poem is my way of making others understand my relationship with depression.
