5-16-16
To depression-
I love you.
Why is that so?
You're better company than anxiety and apathy,
But you invite your friends inside, too.
I don't remember you asking,
But these days feel so so hazy as is, maybe I've forgotten giving you permission.
Your friends are sick,
They stain the walls with their breath.
They seem to want to make friends, though,
By means of talking to me all the time.

You know,
Depression has a voice that's confused me.
I loved it, it told me I didn't have any reason to be alive.
But suddenly,
Your voice has changed and the lights bounce from wall to wall and my mind is racing,
I can feel myself shaking.
I'm high.
I'm sober, yet I feel I've taken some kind of drug.
It doesn't stop,
Not as I lose control and can't talk right or type right or think straight or even form coherent sentences.
And it feels great,
but I can't wait to hit low.
When did I start writing about this demon again?
I've got better things to discuss.
- (m.m)

Manic episode ^^ anyone relate??
Sorry this is depressing again, I don't wanna slip back into who I was in October, but what if I do?