revelation, or, the four horsemen of depression

My roommate says that I’ve been picking fights

I’ll throw a punch over a small mistake 

I yelled at my mom on the phone last night

She said nothing that should have made me break

I save a lot on groceries these days 

Uber Eats notifications have stopped

My favorite foods now taste like empty haze 

Strangers congratulate the weight I’ve dropped

The physical pain came as a surprise

The headaches and the ever-aching bones

Some days it hurts just to open my eyes

It feels as though my lungs are made of stone

I’ve considered how I might go away

But something always reminds me to stay