Imagine: depression

do you ever just sit and look back at the dark of your
eyelids and wonder - what is my reason for not being
able to move today?

sometimes
It's hard to come up with an excuse as to why
wrapped and bound
I always seem to come back to my bed.

yesterday it was the panic - so much time had passed since i’d done anything
vaguely productive that I was paralysed to the spot
cursed with a headache the hummed all the responsibilities I had been avoiding.

The day before that it was sadness
it slept on my sanity, cursed to forever
 and threw its self out of my window.

and last week it was the pain - my heart ached with a loss that
I couldnt quite get my hand on.
_ usually I find comfort in my self, so I lay

for hours.
the days merge into one and I have no
reason to be in such a state.


you see, when I tell you i cannot get out of bed today
I am not simply making an excuse to be lazy
I am unable to get out of bed.
My body is at a constant war with itself and on some days I loose.