Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.

looked in my mirror and saw you in the reflection
battered and ****** and deeply infected

by the demons who sought to poison you each night
and the venom i'd spit whenever we'd fight

i know you see me as a your ***** secret
but i’m not some drug that you can keep hidden

and i won't stand here, alone and awaiting
a love that is pure because i am not patient

but since you left, it only ever rains
and i stand outside drenched in shame

cause you used to kiss me extra ******* these days
           you used to kiss me extra ******* these days

I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.