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