Just Another Day, In Depressionville

Why bother

A question

I ask myself.

Facing

A blank computer screen.

My brain

Operating out-of-sync

With the reality

Around me.

Going

Either too fast

Or too slow.

Emotions

A toxic minefield of IEDs

Waiting to explode

At the slightest brush.

Severing my soulscape

In half.

Struggling

To leave my bed

And do

The basic things

Around my apartment.

As my energy levels

Approach the red line

Of an empty tank

With no refueling station

In sight.

Wanting to

Sleep the world away

Without a second thought

On my part.

Thoughts of telling

The world to

Go royally screw itself

Bubble to the surface.

But

Don't have the energy

To even

Do this.

Burying myself

Deep

Into depression.

Author's Note

Originally written, November 12, 2014.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

peace. I can relate to that feeling of being in a mine field, or machine gun fire.

[therisa]

Horrible, isn't it, Tammy.