my room is a mess,
my hair is not brushed,
my body aches with
the person that i could be,
the person that i should be.
i’m barely out of being a teenager,
i should not hurt so much,
but my heart beats too fast, too slow,
and my brain has turned to tv static mush.
yes, i napped at 2 pm,
what’s it all to you?
i went to work,
i did my job,
i came home.
my body begs to stay in bed,
but i fight those urges,
though feeling i’m better off dead.
so what if i nap?
i need my rest.
i can’t sleep at night no more,
it’s been long since i’ve been that blessed.
this isn’t the anemia
my doctor prescribed,
this is depression,
under he i hide.
no one will listen!
this isn’t my blood!
my brain has been decaying
since i was but a wee child.
i have issues piled on issues,
walls built on walls,
i don’t need an iron tablet,
i need an iron wall.
i need a therapist,
i need physical help,
can’t you see i’m falling to shreds?
hasn’t it been obvious from the start?