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von_falla
von_falla Eternal Winter
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A poem about depression.

The little things

I woke up a little late today

I woke up a little late today And though I do appreciate the little sleep

I woke up a little late today And though I do appreciate the little sleep I couldn’t help but speak a little softer

I woke up a little late today And though I do appreciate the little sleep I couldn’t help but speak a little softer And mumble a little harder

The sun was a little bright today

The sun was a little bright today It warmed my skin a little too much

The sun was a little bright today It warmed my skin a little too much I ran my fingers over my little wrists

The sun was a little bright today It warmed my skin a little too much I ran my fingers over my little wrists To smooth out the little cracks

Dusk was a little more vibrant today

Dusk was a little more vibrant today It altered reality a little bit

Dusk was a little more vibrant today It altered reality a little bit Just enough to blind my little eyes

Dusk was a little more vibrant today It altered reality a little bit Just enough to blind my little eyes With a little bit of hope

Midnight was a little too long today

Midnight was a little too long today Long enough for a little more thinking

Midnight was a little too long today Long enough for a little more thinking I just couldn’t help all those little feelings

Midnight was a little too long today Long enough for a little more thinking I just couldn’t help all those little feelings And all those little tears

I ate a little bit of love today

I ate a little bit of love today Probably a little more than I should have

I ate a little bit of love today Probably a little more than I should have I couldn’t help all those little urges

I ate a little bit of love today Probably a little more than I should have I couldn’t help all those little urges To gobble up all those little smiles

And believe that I was worth

And believe that I was worth something

Even if it was only for a day.

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