My depression is called the Four Seasons Resort.
A room for one? Yes.
Anxiety is my weighted blanket,
tear stained pillows tell how the night went.
My body held captive by the mattress,
No strength to to sit up.
The sun rose,
yet there I still wept.
Laying there, sinking.
Tip of my head to the tip of my toes,
feeling like I ran a marathon,
yet i haven’t moved a bone.
Darkness begins to fall yet again,
another day gone.
I’m gonna awake and stretch my spine.
Someday, i’ll overcome this battle of mine.