Random thoughts

Poem

Depression is like a drug.
At first your scared, don't know what's going on
But then you get used to it - accept it really
You realize what's going on, and attempt to back away,
But you're pulled back in
Or maybe, you pulled it back to yourself because the real fear is that you've gotten used to the feeling, it's the only thing you know how to hold, but not control yet you have a power over it and everything is balanced out so perfectly you don't want to let go, until it's gone too far
You don't want this anymore and you'll do anything to get rid of the feeling: rehab, new location, new look, new habits, even suicide.
It's pushed you so far yet your so in love with it all, your fighting yourself,
I want to keep it this way because I know what's going on
But I want to get rid of it all because I'm out of control.
You either get clean and drop it all, or it swallows you alive, chewing you up, and spitting something out, something that isn't you. Something that changes the people around you too.
Something you now can't control and you know your time is near but maybe there's still a little hope. Your still on this drug, you can't let go, yet it's so easy to just... let it flow. You have no control and depression has taken your soul.
Depression is a drug.