Hiding under my blue covers
my nose runs and mixes with my tears.
Both are salty but I can't differentiate them.
I’m sweating but
I can’t bear to show my face.
Knocking on my door but
I ignore it.
Everyone around me rushing me
telling me to get up,
but I sink into my bed and
become one with the old mattress.
Soon it's soaked.
Curled up in a ball,
hygiene is ignored and I feel worse.
How did I let it get this bad?
But I can’t get up because
I’m weighed down.
There's an anchor on my ankle.
I let it pull me down,
I’ve given up.
Help me before I beg
“Let me sink.”
Anchor