For me it’s showering
Weeks go by
And no one notices
My hair pulled back with grease
Because I don’t have the energy to care.
Wanting to have clean hair
But the thought of
And I hate battling
I’m in a boxing ring
Unprepared when my opposition enters
Coming in at staying in bed until 5pm and canceling plans
And the bell rings and I am knocked out cold
In one punch.
Instead of fighting
I give in.
Lay there defeated
Let Depression stand over me tall in triumph
when the ref calls them
Sometimes I win
But not often enough.
I try and gather as much energy to wash my hair
Saying all I must accomplish today is
For normal people
This poem may seem gross and over dramatic
But this is the real part of depression no one wants to talk about.
It’s not just being sad.
It’s not just sleeping.
It’s having no energy to do anything
Not even live.