The word depression scares me.
I feel like sad isn’t enough.
But depression is too much.
Like once I have it, I’m stuck with it.
There isn’t a word that defines this
These happy days and suicidal nights
Days spent smiling
Nights spent planning how to die
And giving myself reasons to live
“You can’t kill yourself until you
travel the world,
talk to her again,
finish the semester.”
Whatever it takes to make it to the morning.