depression

feels like steppin through milk and honey

god gifted me with thirsty serotonin reuptake receptors

and honey in my boots

so every day i wake up

and maybe i get out of bed

or maybe my sheets are all sticky

from sweat and blood or milk and honey

huggin me into the covers

makin it so hard to get up

or eat food or shower

and really easy to cut myself

cuz under the sheets

my thoughts swarm like bees

around milk and honey 

anxiety swarms like sweet

honey bees and won’t stop

unless i do somethin to stop it

like get high or

start a poem i can’t finish