It’s a big fucking joke!

Depression! I like that word.
It’s so fancy, I am feeling it already.
NO! I am not typing out a poem here.
Who the fuck am I to write one?

Bullshit! another beautiful word.
That’s what all these lines are.
Push a jar of water on the table,
and liquid flows all the way down.

Gravity! Bitch got a word,
a name that drives everything around.
But whats driving me these days?
Nothing’s making sense anymore.

Motivation! why do we use this word?
You know what I am doing daily!
Searching for sad events to justify my mood.
How fucked up one is to sleep 17 hours a day!