Depression made me a bitch
An attention-seeker
Always in need of someone
Telling me i'm worthy
Of living
Or not at all
Depression made me lonesome
Isolates me
I don't want to talk
I can't
I don't have the energy to
Wake up
But depression made me
Wake up at 5
Sleep at 3
Sometimes none at all
Depression made me open my laptop as soon as i open my eyes
Working for next month's plan and strategy and
Work
Depression made me work
While bleeding me dry
Of any will to live
I have
Left
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Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
PoetryMy therapist told me i needed a healthier coping mechanism
