Mind Trick

I play a trick,
on my mind,
every single morning.

 

Telling it that,
once I shower,
I can just go,
right back to bed,

and that all,
I need to do,
is wash my body.

 

That is how,
I learn to function,
and I figure that,
since I'm already up,

yeah,

I'll go to work,
I'll go to school,
I'll go see people.

 

This is how,
depression hits.

 

It's not some,
bullshit thing that,
a teenage girl puts,
in her blog description,

to feel unique;

it is crumbling motivation,
and ruined friendships,

and wrinkled clothes,
and it means,
that it takes,
everything out of you,
until you have to,
trick your own mind,
just to,
get out of bed.

 

It is not unique,
it is not showered,

it is not special.

 

It is hungry.