[ :: Poem Collection :: ]

You Are My Remedy

I never told you

About my depression.

I guess I was afraid that

you'd up & leave me

because I believed 

people do not see beauty

in girls who are overflowing

with such sadness in their hearts,

with tears that won't stop falling.

Or a girl who hasn't learned 

to love herself.

A girl who hasn't felt happiness 

in everyday activites because

she was a walking corpse (at least that's how she felt).

I wasn't lying when I said I was

doing nothing,

I suppose I should rephrase that, huh?

I never lied because I meant I wasn't doing anything I loved.

I hardly did anything I enjoy

where it felt like I was doing nothing.

It was a routine, 

there was no thinking done,

no pleasure, no pain. 

It was the equivalent of nothing.

But when I talk to you,

"doing nothing" was okay.

Because I didn't want to do anything

but talk to you everyday.

But I would be lying if I said

you weren't the antidote to my depression.