Breathe
I've never felt truly tired until I was diagnosed with depression.
It was mundane at first, too tired to get up in the morning,
Too tired to hang out with friends,
Too tired to brush my teeth, to eat, to live.
Eventually, I couldn't find the energy to breathe,
Like every inhale I took, I also took on a weight, wearing me down over time,
The weight grew heavier and heavier, my breaths growing more shallow,
Until it stopped













