Sick
By Jacob Sandoval
I tell myself,
I’m not depressed,
just like when I’m sick,
I tell myself that it’s mind over matter,
just like when I am sinking into my sheets,
I tell myself that I’m just tired, not sad.
Just like when my throat is sore, my nose is running, and i can barely speak,
I tell myself it’s allergies, not sick.
But now I’m finding out sick and sad are the same,
just like when I’m sick, I can barely breathe when I’m sad.
Just like when I’m sad, I crawl into bed when I’m sick,
But like a sickness my sadness will go away,
but my depression will stay in bed with me.
