Her Depression Poem

I wake up. 

Look up at my ceiling. 

Turn over to my phone. 

Grimace in pain. 

You know you have to get up. 

But there is something holding me back.

The heavy weight wrapped around my waist. 

Sinking me into your bed.

You’re just lazy. 

No good for this world. 

Stay in bed like the worthless being you are. 

You don’t deserve the life you have. 

Is what she says to me in my head. 

I ignore it and fight against the ends of the earth to get out of bed.

I lose that battle and

I succumb to the darkness.

Waiting for her to belittle me again.