I understood it was getting bad again when my bones felt too heavy to stand.
Why doesn’t anyone understand?
I understood it was getting bad again when my bed felt more like a tomb than a place to rest.
Why can’t I be more than depressed?
I understood it was getting bad again when the food in my fridge constantly rotted.
Why does my head feel haunted?
I understood it was getting bad again when the fog came back.
Why can’t I complete a single fucking task?
I understood it was getting bad again when I was no longer a go-getter.
Why is it so hard to get better?
I understood it was getting bad again when I had no energy left for tears.
Why does everything feel so insincere?
I understood it was getting bad again when I couldn’t even fake a smile.
Why am I so uninspired?
I understood it was getting bad again when I couldn’t look my friends in the face.
Why doesn’t life have a backspace?
Is this all that’s left?
I know it’s getting bad again.
It’s watching a fire,
knowing I lit it.
When will it get good again?