• depression 1000 poetry poem spilled ink poets on tumblr I'll try to write about how to get through it soon but for now I can only write about what it feels like anneisrestless •
I wake up but never really wake
up. There’s a part of me that’s
decided everything’s too hard
and refuses to open its eyes so
I walk around half gone. I drink
four cups of coffee to make up
for it and then cry in the bathroom
when I can’t stop shaking. There
are birds in the backyard but I
can’t hear them. When I say it’s
cloudy, I don’t mean rain. I mean
cotton in my ears and everything’s
hazy. I mean I’m trying to push
this darkness away but there’s
nothing to put my hands on.

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