Somedays you wake up with a cold
Somedays I wake up with depression
At first you’re not sure if you are sick, but you feel off
Your nose is a little sensitive
Your throat is scratchy
There’s some lung congestion
Mental cloudiness
Cloudiness is how it starts for me
I’ll wake up and not know who I am
I spend a whole day remembering what my job is
I get a deep sense of uneasiness
Tension from a sustained string note
It grows to anxiety about doing anything
Fear of talking to people
How to answer the benign question “how are you”
Pending doom
Let’s revisit every conversation you’ve had
And see how big a moron you are
Why were you such an asshole to your mom
And your dad before he died.
As the sickness grows
Your sense of self retreats
Until the darkness becomes you
You become darkness
In the absence of who you thought you were
Sadness fills the vacuum
Personality Hoover
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