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Long Summer
Summer begins,
School ends,
But I’m back,
I’m back in this dark room.
I feel it closing,
Constricting my vitality,
And slowly replacing it with lethargy.
I’m back in this room,
Every time I make plans,
My gravity becomes my bed.
I’m back in this room,
And the shades are never open.
My sun becomes my computer screen.
I’m back in this room,
And I want to leave,
But I can’t move.
I don’t want to be in this room.
My desk becomes my dinner table,
And I want to leave,
But I feel the chair’s arm pulling me,
Arms of wood that are stronger than mine.
I’m back in this room.
I stand up,
But my legs are weak from being on standby,
Just like my phone I haven’t checked for a week.
I want to be with my friends,
But my smile is so upside down,
Just like my room.
I’m back in this room,
Where my happiness turns into depression.
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I was inspired by "Explaining My Depression to My Mother" by Sabrina Benaim, so I wanted to write something about summer and how these long days could relate to depression. It occured to me that I often do feel extremely lethargic and sad sometimes that I don't want to come out of my room, so I tried putting these emotions into a poem.