Depression is
wishing you could order food
you hate
Because all your dishes are dirty
But it’s also like
having no more disposable income
Because you already tried to spend your way
to happiness
So having wasted most of the day
Being unhappy
Depression is also
Eating ice cream for dinner
with an upsettingly tiny fork
when there isn’t enough ice cream left over
From the days before
When you did the same thing
It’s the middle of the winter
the apartment is too hot
And there’s nothing on tv.
As if all that wasn’t not enough
the laundry room doesn’t take quarters
and everything else
keeps getting more expensive.
So in a sense, depression is also
Scrolling for miles in one place
to get a sense of the rest of the world
Where all the news online is garbage
but you refuse to plug your nose.
Does it really have to be this way?
You know the answer is no,
but remain unsure.
So finally depression maybe isn’t
You checking the time and deciding
to write down what’s it’s like to be unhappy
Hoping that somehow
in the “sitcom about a dysfunctional family”
that is your mind
doing so counts as an intervention
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