Moving

I close the cluttered closet

I sigh and a cloud is over my head

I can no longer be a couch-potato

The couch is as gone as my positivity

My sadness is all I know 

The news hit me like BAM!

The cloud over my head turns on the faucet

The house i used to live in is as grey as ashes

The hard bright red bricks are now brown as mud.

My head is spinning with memory

My friends are crying a lake

Depression for me is an accessory

Emotions are too big to make 

Memories are gone

It is not really that fair

It was not my choice