depression

and when sleep abandoned me so did my dreams

mood swings started going from bad to extreme 

my motivation drifted out of my window along with the smoke from a cigarette 

sometimes i even had to get high so my body could forget 

to disremember this overwhelming feeling of sadness 

i tried to paint my future but the outcome was always a blank canvas 

needed watering like i was a flower

i went ten days without a shower 

to my bed i had been chained 

it was summer but i stayed indoors like it had rained

this is how depression feels

my happiness she steals

and every time i thought i’d got rid of her 

and every time i thought i was about to recover 

she reminds me that i couldn’t kill her even if i tried to

she reminds me that the only way i could have got rid of her is if i died too