I pick up the items
Littering the floor
They didn’t mean much
To anyone
Anymore

I stared at the picture
Hanging on the wall
I was the smallest
And my brother was tall

I looked back at objects
Flat on the ground
One caught my attention
While it just laid around

I picked up the radio
Thin sleek and black
I turned it right on
And the memories came back

The music that played
Was not the same in the past
But the radio still counted
At least the memory surpassed

Thank you for always being here,
when I needed you the most.
When I asked you to come over,
you were there in a matter of minutes and most days,
you even brought your best friend Anxiety,
so we wouldn't be alone.
Some days,
you asked if you could stay over,
because you were all alone and really needed a hug.
My reply was a of course,
I know how it feels like to be alone in this world.

But now,
now you will not leave,
no one else wants you and I'm stuck here with you in my bedroom.
I don't remember how it felt like,
before you came around and it is like having a best friend you just can't be apart from.
It is weird because sometimes I hate you,
other times I can't live without you.
You can make me feel so important,
yet so dead and I wish I did not have to say this,
but dear Depression,
I think it is time for you to leave.

(e.k.j.)