Depression to me is like that old friend of yours,that no matter the harm they've caused, no matter the hurt and the pain they made you go through, you still welcome them back into your life, so helplessly, so stupidly without even knowing the reason behind it.
That friend holds within his hands dark ink that seeps on deeper and deeper the longer you two hold hands, until one day you cant even distinguish yourself from his presence. Out of nowhere you become one with the person who brought and carries the most harm.
It holds on to you and makes you feel safe in the abyss until you never wish to see light again. Until no meaning is found in anything that ever gave you joy or a sense of worth. You lose yourself and gain a friend.
I fought with that friend for years until i began to think that maybe i was the crazy one. I gave up and put a white flag so high in the sky and yelled for help, wishing for him to leave and never return.
I continue on fighting him with the drugs i intake every single day. Yet he's always here, he took my dream away, he took my friendships away, he took my life away and soon enough he'll take my breath with him too.
