Insecure
You were insecure about yourselfWhich is why you loved to break me down, I assume
You'd tell me "insecurities aren't cute"
You'd call yourself "useless", "worthless", a "burden"
All of your exact wordsYou told me you'd move West
Somewhere I had always wanted to go
But not with youDepression
No, I don't have it.I don't know what it feels like to break down
To malfunction
To call your friends in the middle of the night crying because you don't want to live anymore
To go to a therapist every two weeks just to tell them the same thing over and over when they ask if you're okay and have them tell you the exact same thing every time you walk into that room.
Those four walls that you dread because it's just another barrier between you and what you long to be.Okay.
So No.
I don't have depressionBut I know what it's like to have your friends call you in the middle of the night crying because they don't want to live anymore.
I don't know what kind of sense of humor you have, but I don't think it's funny when you joke around and tell people to kill themselves because you never know when they're going to actually take your advice.
So please,
Be nice.
YOU ARE READING
Sunlight
PoetryEven after the sun has gone down and the moon is full, you are my sunlight.