Not wanting to get off the couch because mentally you are to drained to move
But you also know the house is a mess and dinner isn't made
What if i tell them...... Depression made me not able to move.
But deep down you know you cant say that,
They'll still be mad things aren't done and they'll think your making excuses
With all this going through your mind your anxiety creeps up,
More thoughts rush into your head,
He'll leave me if i don't cook,
He'll yell if i don't clean,
He'll be so mad at me and wont talk to me.
With all this worry you finally break.
You creep to the bathroom where your weeps cant be heard.
The tears make you upset,
He didn't even do anything yet to make you cry,
You made your self cry thinking about the consequences,
Your depression and anxiety made you cry,
He didn't do it...... You did.....Depression did.
You start to realize he never yells,
But your step dad use to.
He didn't leave,
Your biological father did.
He gets upset but not with you,
He gets upset because her cant help you and he's frustrated with himself.
Don't push others away because your depression and anxiety made you,
Make sure to take a deep breath,
And hold on to those who love most because they love you.
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I think you've got to have lived it and come out of it to see it for what it is. But we are all different and so are our individual depressions.
I think yours is one of the most insightful pieces i have seen about depression.
Damn only those tortured souls can feel the pain because they have lived it. It would take a ton of empathy to understand if you haven't lived it. Just Saying
Hopefully you keep writing it out
This is well put together and lets the reader experience those feelings.
The step dad line intrigued me
Keep em coming
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