Depression

By Ragashree. R

I open my eyes,

It’s 9 am and I can’t get out of bed,

It’s been weeks since,

I felt sunlight on my skin.

I have lost count of the days.

I no longer wish for anything,

I no longer wish to wake up,

I do not know what to do with myself.

Each time I open my eyes,

I wish for your presence,

I wish to see your smile,

To hear your giggle,

I wish someone would make me coffee,

In the way you used to.

Each time I play music,

I reminisce dancing with you.

I still have your sweater,

And it still painfully smells of you.

Somehow your absence fills the presence in this room.

It is the most unexplainable thing.

I wish I could follow you around.

I wish I could sit and see you sketch.

I wish I could be you,

Then I wouldn't have to be me.

By Ragashree. R