Somedays I am weak willed
Barely able to get out of bed.
Somedays I feel trapped in my own psyche
A captive of my menacing thoughts.
Somedays I can barely breathe
On these days I use funny memes as chest compressions keeping me alive.
Somedays my outside looks how I feel inside
Hair messy & teeth unbrushed reflect my true feelings.
Will today be the day I end my suffering & put the broken pieces of myself back together?