People like to describe depression
as an inability to get up in the mornings.
The problem runs much deeper than that
and I’m not sure I can relay the warnings.
It feels like I’m suffocating in nothingness
and some days, I just don’t feel at all.
It disconnects me from the rest of the world
and most days it just makes me feel small.
I no longer have any aspirations
for the things that I once called my dreams.
I have no hope that I’ll find happiness
and anxiety busts right through my seams.
And don’t even think about loving me
as you will always get the short end of the stick.
And the more care that you put into me
the more you’ll realize the fact that I’m sick.
Because caring for me is like investing in stocks
purely because you love the thing itself.
Not considering how well that it performs
or how long it could bring you good wealth.
You see depression sucks the life out of me
and getting up is just the first of my troubles.
How am I supposed to get up in the mornings
when each day all my sadness just doubles?
Sarah Marie Pardy, Waking Up Is Hard To Do (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wnq-writers.com