Sandwich Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

I'll lie flat
And stagnant
Even if I were to be bitten
By a gnat
I won't scream or shout
Sandwich me
Between yesterday
And a boulder
Take your time, the deadline is today

When I cry out
Just give me a cold shoulder
Bashed, beaten
Leave me be
Imagine yourself as a deaf stranger

As I'm stuck here
Pray it rains
So I may be drenched
In water
That'll be the only time
I take a bath

That'll be the only time
I do anything
I won't eat
I won't drink
I swear I wouldn't breathe
Except that's my lungs'
Decision not mine

This is the story
Of how my depression
Takes form
Except I never ask for it
Be me for more information
But I bet I make a mean sandwich
Seeing how I'm prone to be depression's regular order
I bet I make him happy