Tuesday, 21 January 2014

"Lifestyle Choice"

It's a tangled mess inside my head.

Some days I can just stay in bed,

and no-one knows or cares at all.

I could be alive. I could be dead.

The world goes on: all well and good.

I might move a muscle, if I could -

but depression brings paralysis.

I need to move. I know I should.

I can't explain how I feel inside,

or why I stay in bed and hide -

but, believe me, no-one would choose this "life".

So many pointless tears, I've cried -

and still you seriously believe

my depression to be

a so-called "lifestyle choice"?

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