Tweets I Never Sent

This

is a stereotypical

"I look into the mirror,
and the person staring back at me
is not myself"

poem,

a

"I do not feel sad all the time,
but I am empty
and can not feel happiness"

 poem,

a

"When will the sun
come back into my life again"

poem,

a

"Yeah,
I wouldn't want
to talk to me, either"

 poem.

This

is another

"I want to get better,
but it all sound petty as fuck...
but I'm being trapped
in the hell of my intrusive thoughts."

poem,

a

"I slept seventeen hours"

poem,

a

"I play Devil's Advocate with myself

on every possible subject,

making me my own worst enemy"

poem.

This

is another

"My hands are cold, 

my feet are cold,

I sleep too much.

Is something wrong with me?"

poem

that rhymes with

"I had no motivation
to get out of my bed",
"I have no appetite
and haven't eaten in two days",

and

"my dreams terrified me"

But most importantly,

this, my friend,

is a

"I think I have
depression,"
and these are tweets I never sent

poem. 

-LJ

23 November 2016