The Worst Part

Sometimes the worst part about being depressed

isn’t not having the energy to get out of bed for two days

or realizing you haven’t eatten a real meal in 3

or resorting to bad habits and addictions

or considering unhealthy habits that will only hurt you

or finding a dozen more reasons to hate yourself.

Sometimes. it’s wanting to tell the person you trust most

and not being able to for fear of being ignored again.

Missing

How does on miss something they’ve never had?

How can it cause such pain and a heart so sad?

Can you yearn for a heart you’ve never known?

Can you be buried in feeling not shown?

Do you overthink every lost chance?

Do you regret not choosing to dance?

Why must we crave the things forbidden?

Wy must the grief leave us here bedridden?