Mental innit

I got a fork stuck in the dishwasher

And now I cant stop crying

Whoever said depression was glamorous

Had clearly never considered dying

Over a peanut butter covered utensil

And that’s not the worst of all

The wet clothes hanger fell over

So I punched my fist into a wall

I’d rather smell than have a shower

The thought of socialising’s scary

I can’t even binge on chocolate

Because happy me cut out dairy

This is boring, I feel knackered

All I wanted was some toast

But if I can’t even handle that

Then I’m obviously going to die alone.