Shape of me

I marked my depression in my matress
Not with the stains of blood and tears on the white sheets, no
That I can wash, to not be reminded of the lonely nights
I marked my depression forever
There's an imprint in my matress
Forever projecting my dark times
The outline of my body that you used to have your hands on
Is now engraved
My matress reminding me every day
You're never going to feel this way again