My depression is building up in the kitchen sink. It smells of mold and stale water that’s cold.
My depression is building up in the carpets, layers of crumbs and dirt. You can physically see how bad I hurt.
My depression is building up on the windows...
Her balled up t-shirt that fell behind the bed, you found it months later and reached for it as if the quickness that you moved would make a difference. It smelled of mildew, you knew it wouldn't las...