slam poem i wrote last year

funny

I lay in bed

I can’t sleep 

Thoughts fill my head

Once I fall asleep I can’t wake or get out

Depression is funny like that.

I can’t eat

But when I do 

I can’t stop

Depression is funny like that

I cut my thigh 

I watch the blood fall down my leg

Once I take the first cut 

I can’t stop

It feels so nice

The pain 

The physical pain

Depression is funny like that

You can’t shower

You can’t breathe

Depression is funny like that

Depressions funny like that

Some days is a big as a rice grain and others it’s as big as the empire state building

I cry 

I cry until the sun comes up

Depression is really funny like that

Once the sun goes down 

Once the moon comes up

That’s when I cry

Like a wolf howling at the moon

But it’s not funny 

Depression is not funny but it’s familiar

It’s all I’ve ever known

I make jokes about it 

To hide the pain

It’s like I’m stuck in a well and I can’t get out

It’s like I can’t breathe when I think

It’s all foggy and toxic, like smog

But I say once again, 

Depression is funny like that.