On the batthroom floor again

About being depressed and doing the same stuff every day. Basically moving from one spot in your house to another to continue lying/sitting around. It's what I do.

I wake up an awful wreck

So early in the morning but already a mess 

Hair everywhere 

Clothes the same as I always wear

Ready for the day 

Moving from my bed

I move to the chair 

Prop my feet up

Then try to clear my head 

After a while I move from my chair

Heading to the bathroom floor

Where I lay trying not to care

About all the bad in life 

Every time I have gotten sick over the years

I have come here to hide from my fears

Though they always find me 

This is the floor I feel in love on

I’ve even made love here

Now I lay here depressed

Doing it for years 

Always a mess

Here on this floor 

Ready to repeat the cycle the next day

Author's Note

This is just one of those middle of the night writings I don't remember much from writing.

Reviews

[Chase Dylan]

Depression is a living, breathing being... Who takes distinct pleasure in seeing us go absolutely zero paces from dawn... Your rhyming was spot-on, and took me to the floor with you... Here on the floor, I oughta know if the fears will yield gore... Woefully, but amazingly penned...

[thousandsuns28]

This made me wonder if staying for hours in the bathroom is something most depressed people do.