My bed is so warm,
So safe
Leave me here to rot please.
I enjoy the comfort of my bedroom
I don’t mind being left alone
I crave the isolation,
I crave being alone in my thoughts
I crave being calm and tired in my bed
Oh my bed is so warm,
So comfortable
I don’t care for the good weather out
The “exciting things” to do
Just leave me here to rot
I’m just so tired
I know this isn’t healthy,
But I’m scared–
So please just let me hide here,
I feel so weak…
Just a little poem about depression