Rain rain go away
Come again another day
The dirty dishes are piling up
And really I don’t give a fuck
The laundry basket is running over
It’s Tuesday night, and I’m barely sober
The horizontals need dusting
I need a shower and this hair needs brushing
The floors need sweeping
But I can’t, I’m busy sleeping
All seems too much
I’m out of touch
My friends reach out
But I just pout
Nothing feels right
Inside my mind
Chemicals in my brain
Imbalanced, a shame
Doc gives me pills
To give me thrills
It takes some time
Before I’m feeling fine
Depression
Suppressed
I like me better
With life’s less displeasure
I feel success
When I’m less depressed
About the Creator
Alexis Lariviere
Hello creative friends! I've been a creative mind my whole life. I call myself an accidental writer. I hope you enjoy the collection of literary works you will find on my page. Mahalo for stopping by!
-Lex
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