Depression
She's a bit whimsy at first with her sleepy eyes comfortable bed and cloudy skies it seems self care to just sleep in let your thoughts go comfortable oblivion and so the laundry piles up on that one chair and it would take too much energy to just wash my hair 'just take it easy' I think with a sigh 'it's been such a long day' but, I can't remember why... she comes like a friend she seems so forgiving until one day you look and you've stopped living I've been staring at that blank spot on the wall and realize at length, I can't care at all she promised peace help with coping but she only took the strength to keep hoping the whimsy is gone and she's left in her wake a broken body and an empty ache