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Self-Neglect
It’s one of those days
I lack the motivation
To even get off of the couch
We have company over
Yet I’m huddled under a blanket
With my hood up and antisocial
Granted it’s still early
But now they’re waking up too
My feet are poking out from the blanket
And this makes me insecure
But my wife tucks the blanket
Back over my feet
Because she knows
She’s trying to let me know
That I should get up
And be more presentable
But I can’t muster the will
To take care of myself today
And this is the reality
Of a mental illness
When it’s just too hard
To even care
When it’s all
Too much to even bare
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