My depression

My depression settles like a blanket over my head,
warm and suffocating and familiar. Some days,
it slinks around behind my brain, hiding
from the sun of the good days. Other days,
it sits in my skull like a stone, daring me
to smile, lest it remind me no one cares,
no really.

Today, it hangs over my head, a darkened room
only lit by the splinter of light carving a path
from the hallway.

Today, I am too hot and too cold all at once.

Today, I am too much and nothing at all.

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