Get Well Soon
Depression, Millennial Style
By Veronica WilliamsPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Laptop betrayed me,
Wallet passed away,
My greatest love departed.
I’ll be 33 in fifteen days.
When does this get better?
I forgot the part
Where my hair stopped mattering,
Where school starts soon,
And I hate math,
And the world keeps on turning.
When does this get better?
Foreplay is foreign,
But I still arrive,
I still enjoy it
And love him,
But my emptiness
And my body
Have both become wider.
When does this get better?
I sleep all day,
I’m up all night,
I “don’t do anything,”
But struggle.
Cigarettes are empty friends.
“Coping” is autopilot.
When does this get better?
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About the Creator
Veronica Williams
Chicagoan in TN. Currently married to the night and looking for coffee.
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