My depression is like a spider in a bathroom.

Most of the times, You don’t even know it’s there .

In fact you will only noticed it when sleep clings to your eyes,

And your mind feels half paralyzed.

It is only a feeling At first

One that can be shrugged off

But then it grows.

I squint before I make my decision by then I am awake.

Once I see it for what it is I will not go into the bathroom for days.

Until I forget it was even there.

But it is.

A small part of me knows that it is.

I open the door slowly and peek inside,

And there she is.

She was waiting.

Creating a beautiful Web of sorrow

I start to squeak out a greeting To an old acquaintance

“Hello again

Is it already that time of year

It just seemed so short are you sure-“

I say before I cut myself short

I take a step back agents the door and slide down with a defeated cold taste on my tongue

“I thought you were gone”

“You always do”

My depression is a spider in a bathroom