Carefree

Mama, can I get another amen?

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh, it’s Saturday night, yeah🗣💃🏻🕺

Don’t tell me that my anxiety isn’t real

Don’t tell me that it’ll all be okay, to just take a few breaths and keep going

Don’t tell me if I cut myself then you’ll cut yourself

Don’t tell me you care when you clearly don’t

Don’t tell me you don’t understand why I’m unhappy

Don’t tell me I’ve got no reason to be depressed

Don’t tell me that my depression is just sadness, that it’s a phase

Don’t tell me to just get over my anxiety/depression

Don’t tell me to just eat

Don’t tell me to just throw my blades away

Don’t even think about throwing my blades away yourself

Don’t comment on what I’m eating

Don’t use my mental health against me

Don’t call me out on my mental health in front of others

Don’t just stare at my scars

Don’t try and force me to eat

Don’t use guilt to get me to do what you want me to

the case has been falling off for a month straight but I’m too tired to fix it.

My room,

a mess but I can’t find the energy to get up from my bed and manage my filth

My hair,

slightly greasy and I haven’t brushed it for days

My mental health,

Can barely distinguish between sanity and loving myself

My depression,

Controlling every aspect that makes up my being.

Me,