Depression, my eldest friend. My darkest friend. Older than time. What else can I say of him. Though sometimes we get along, I like to think. He can become quite the distraction sometimes, but he is there when i feel defeated or as I fall into deep despair. He is my perfection yet he causes my suffering.
He drags me through a pond of pain, loneliness, and misery. He causes me worry and panic yet i'd still survive the worst of anxiety for he is the reciever of my disciplined devotion. We will be together forever due to the fact that we both leech onto each other, refusing to let go.
Some of my other friends believe that i'd be better off letting go of him but they need to learn to speak for themselves because they are listening to his lullaby as well. I just can't let go of him. He is one of the only things holding me together, though I will admit that sometimes he does get the best of me and tears me apart a little more than he holds me together but it's worth it.
I have tried once before to let go but he didn't let go so I couldn't leave. We have held onto each other throughout the years. Over time he has become my life, taking over everything I love, if I want to do something he clings to me and I end up sitting in a corner sharing my ear buds with him instead. He has become one of my demons, yet I claim him as my friend.
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Kinda Depressed
Ngẫu nhiên⚠ Trigger warning ⚠ I don't know if this is poetry or short story or whatever. All I know is that I haven't been doing well, and when I don't do well I write. Its kind of like my coping mechanism for life is falling apart. Ya' know? Some of these ar...
