Depressive Episode

I like my breakdowns to be guilt-free, dignified

Which is why when you text asking how I’m am, I reply ‘fine’

I hate feeling like a lost cause, but I fear being misunderstood even more

You must be tired, having seen me like this so many times before

I don’t even understand what’s happening to me, so why would you?

I’ve been in this bed for eighteen hours now, on a silent hunger strike wrapped in sheets the colour blue

“No more thoughts”, my mind says as I close my eyes

At least if I just go to sleep, I’ve only temporarily died




*Note to self: It gets better  

By Maz Halima

Writer, Londoner, Grime music lover, cat owner, glasses wearer, hug giver.

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