Depression she can’t get out of.
Every day is just the same
Depression she can’t get out of.
In tangled sheets, she lies confined,
A heavy heart, a clouded mind.
The morning sun, a distant glare,
She turns away, too numb to care.
No urge to rise, to face the day,
The world outside feels far away.
No hunger pangs, no thirst to quell,
Just emptiness, a private hell.
Tears trace paths down pallid cheeks,
Silent cries no one seeks.
Her stomach churns, a storm inside,
Emotions that she cannot hide.
Once, love adorned this barren room,
Now shadows cast a deeper gloom.
The marriage vows, now frayed and worn,
A union tattered, bruised, and torn.
He comes home to a house undone,
No meals prepared, no tasks begun.
His anger flares, his fists instruct,
In painful lessons, sharp and abrupt.
Each day repeats the one before,
A cycle she cannot ignore.
No friends to call, no funds to spend,
Just endless nights that never end.
She stays in bed, her chosen prion cage.
Thoughts in her head that start her rage.
A prisoner of her own design,
Awaiting fate’s elusive sign.
But deep within, an ember glows,
A whisper that she barely knows.
Perhaps one day, she’ll break this chain,
And step beyond her silent pain.
Doc offers tablets that make her slow,
Alternative is hospital, A scream no, no.
So she takes the torture, feeling unloved,
fists add to the pain, a punch up gloved
Every day is the same silent request
Can no one see me I am ill, so depressed
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