There are days,
When you just want to stay in bed
And do nothing.
The world ceases to exist
The chatter of people seem distant
The things you cared for don't matter anymore
The ones trying to hold conversations with you
Unfortunately are speaking to themselves.
You don't know why it is so
You cannot find the starting point
Or fathom how it would end.
Or would it?
You want to scream
You wish to shatter a glass
You want to rip something apart
You wish more pain to yourself
Than already exists
Sigh! Am I depressed?