I woke up this morning and saw you sitting at the foot of my bed. You pushed me back down and told me to rest my head.
I thought of you as I took a shower, washed away the tears you gave me in my darkest hour.
Took a couple extra minutes, just a few, so I could at least appear happy, just like new.
I covered up the scars you gave me with a long-sleeved blouse. So proud of myself that I actually left my house.
I walked past the threshold and your invisible force held me back. I’m long forgotten, don’t you remember? There’s a pact.
I blasted my music so loud, I couldn’t hear you screaming, telling me I’m nothing. If I think I’ll get anywhere, I must be dreaming.
I tried to fake a smile to commemorate the past, you clenched my muscles so tight, not even a second could that smile last.
I arrived in hell and walked through the door. Rich in sadness; in happiness, I’m poor.
I dislike you with a passion so hot that it melts.
Dear Depression, I hate you, go haunt someone else…