the adult depression
all grown up:
the feeling, matured
it isn't about the silver
any more.
it is about the lining
of my bed, sheets
undone.
there are things
to be taken care of:
lines across
a list.
overwhelming
no longer exists,
it takes too much
energy.
it has been replaced
with simple apathy.
the night is no time
to cry, to sleep
it is occupied
with distraction
from the busy
light of day.
this is to make your parents
proud.
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