Through the Looking Glass

My depression looks like a sink full of dishes Laundry piled high on all surfaces threatening to swallow me whole My depression looks like unwashed hair Sheets stained in tears The cat rolling lazily on furniture collecting fur My depression looks like isolation No I don't really want to come out tonight The people are deafening the world is cold My depression looks like "I'm sorry" I'm sorry I yelled at you...again I'm sorry I forgot to take out the trash I'm sorry that I'm sorry My depressing looks like darkness I know the light is coming but I'm exhaused Please excuse me My depression needs a nap