Me, My Bed, and I

Sure,

Being happy feels great,

Freeing, and light.

But there's something about depression that's incredibly addicting.

It's the way time slows down and

Your stomach sits low, throbbing.

And every dip, every bend of emotion is experienced frame by frame

Like a terrible high you just can't seem to regret.

As you disassociate from the horror with a comic re-telling.

Although,

The sun does burn when you look directly at it.

As if the universe itself is rejecting you.

No, have you seen what's inside of you? You don't deserve my warmth.

Whatever,

It's warmer under the covers anyway.