Dear me, how are you today?
Dear me, have you been eating?
Because I can see the ribs peeking out of your skin
after weeks of not eating
Dear me, have you washed yourself today?
Have you taken the grease off it and
conditioned it to your usual taste?
When was the last time you actually smiled?
When was the last time you threw your head
back in laughter because of something
When was the last time you enjoyed your
mint chocolate chip ice cream without
thinking twice for seconds?
When was the last time you enjoyed watching
your favorite sitcom without getting
When was the last time you were happy?
Everyday you cancel out on plans because
you feel tired of dragging yourself.
Everything hurts and everything
feels wrong in everything you see.
Everyday always feels like an uphill climb
and it feels like I’m not me.
It feels like I am not myself and it feels
like I do not know if I’m doing things
Am I myself if I see things through
and feel as if everything is a dream
as if everything isn’t real?
Am I myself if everyday, I wake up with a
heavy head, and throughout the
day, everything is just a blur of nothing?
Everyday feels like a chore I’m forced to do
when all you want to do is just disappear
It isn’t a joke to romanticize this feeling of
helplessness and hopelessness.
It isn’t a joke to take light of things like these.
It isn’t a joke to take depression
as if it was something to joke about;
as if it was something as simple as
hugging a person to make them feel
Dear me, will you ever be okay?
Dear me, you’ll get through this.
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