Its taken over again all I want to do is hurt but that wont take the sadness away it makes it worse depression is always pulling me in and I cant get out. I bring things up that remind people of there past and it makes me sad again. The cycle repeats its self I get clean then I lose and I'm right back at it. Clean then relapse cause the depression is always lurking just around the corner waiting for the right moment to strike when your happy and in love when you feel like you just concerned your own worst enemy you love yourself and you would do just about anything to make everyone else around you happy. Its knows that and it feed off of that. It happens it's a real thing. I know that this wasn't a poem and it's not complete but I want to put out that depression is a real thing I struggle with it a lot and I have to take breaks with the things I love like writing if you have depression please talk to someone
