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
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