Depression

birds sing like any other day
I hear
just my brain does not register

wear a floral print dress today
I hope
it will brighten my day

big breakfast light lunch small dinner
I prefer
coffee after coffee, dark ones

say I love you and be extra helpful
I’ve mistaken
everybody is so in lack

go for a stroll
I wish
my legs are not filled with lead

take a bath
I imagine
the tub may become a crime scene

perhaps be spontaneous
I know
making a suicide plan is
plan to fail for
a perfectionist
like
me

Mental Health First Aid

I was a bit down

yesterday

I stuck in that melancholy rug

I even took a walk

to the bluest sky

and bathed in the most

striking sunshine

I restrained myself from

looking at the shadow patch

where no grass would grow

I turned off the sad tunes

of agony moans

I even played aeroplane

when dining alone

So one spoon full after the next

I conducted self care

By the nightfall is

when the vampires roar

I wrote myself a cheeky poem

to dig myself out of the

depressive hole