Joy comes in the morning.
But what they forget to say is that,
Misery slowly builds up during the day and jumps out when its dark.
I hate being depressed,
Its confusing and manipulative.
It seems comforting when you allow it to hold you
And often you don’t want to let go.
But being stuck in a place where I can be happy and sad in temporal dosages
Becomes mentally draining.
I do not want to do anything but lay there and sleep when I can.