Why is it that depression is created in the night's darkest hours?
Why does it seem to me that the pain feeds on obscurity?
And if having friends means having drama and heartache why would so many people kill for just one?
Wasn't I happier when I was alone?
Would I change my past?
Would I trade my friends for happiness?
Would I have even known happiness without them?
Was I happy before them?
Wasn't I sadder back then?
Is the pain of loneliness equivalent to the pain of heartbreak ? I don't think so.
My friends ARE my happiness and despite the agony dwelling inside me, I wouldn't trade them for the world. And I think, that the pain I suffer of is a small price to pay for their friendship. And my depression would've been greater without them.
I guess that answers all my questions.
- Mada El-Horr
2016
