[ WP ] Dscribe depression in a contextless monologue .

I am tired. 
 Everyday. 
 Days escape me, seconds hold onto my hands as I ball them into fists to get through to the next one. And the next one. And the next. 
 I ’ m not here anymore, you know? 
 I haven ’ t been for a while. 
 My away message has been updated. 
 
 You ’ ve tried to reach me in my current state, but I am very tired. If you are calling unknown, then I was too afraid. Please leave your message after the tone and I will try to come back to you in a timely fashion. I will try my best. My apologies in advance. 
 
 Beep. 
 
 Shut it down. 
 Why are there always so many thoughts; shut it down. 
 I am tired and my head is so full that the words spill from my ears down my shoulders until they pool around my feet and I can ’ t move. 
 I can ’ t move because I ’ m so tired, you know? 
 
 I want to hide in between the couch pillows. 
 Under mountains of blankets so I don ’ t see the sun rise or hear the birds announce that another daily life cycle is about to be reset. 
 I ’ m not ready. 
 I ’ m still tired. 
 I ’ m just not ready yet. 
 
 I ’ m sorry. 
 There ’ s all this guilt that keeps itching me. And I scratch, but it ’ s not on my skin anymore. I carry it in my bones. 
 But know that I am so sorry. 
 I ’ m sorry that I ’ m tired and that I can ’ t move and that I can ’ t come to the phone or to that birthday. I ’ m sorry that I didn ’ t text back and that I haven ’ t left my house because there are so many faces outside. 
 
 I'm sorry, but I just ca n't move. 
 I'm just, 
 so tired.
