depression

there’s thing called, depression. I like to ignore her. she tends to form cobwebs in places I never look, under my bed, on the hinges on my doors. so many cobwebs you’d think more spiders were born. she tends to rest in places I try not to look into anymore, in the back of my dresser, under tables and chairs i’ll never use again. but she spreads more as days go by. they are my cobwebs, so i’ve been swatting them away but they always stay intact. why do they stay intact? they tear my room apart but they stay intact, like a hive of bees constantly buzzing in my head and I’m screaming “YES I CAN HEAR YOU PLEASE SHUT THE DOOR!” but they won’t shut the door. there’s this thing called depression, I think I have her, she definitely has me.