I still like the color black,
For it makes me feel and reminds me of many different things all at once
So I stare at the black filing cabinet in mathematics,
Thinking of the different emotions and things that come to mind
And all at once words rushed to me flooding my brain;

Comfort, rebels, tumblr, sophistication, grim reaper, grunge, cute boys, death, beetles, hipster, cigarettes, indie, depression, records, roses, matte, and suicide
These were all words I felt,
Words I thought of when I thought of and saw the color black
Though, comfort, depression, and suicide stood out the most;
The vibe, the emotions that came with those words, resounding strongly through my body

This all reminded me of how I don't want to get better,
How I've been so depressed for so long that I find comfort in knowing depression is always there with me
And that depression is my friend,
How I always have with me as if it was clinging onto my back or always residing in the corner of my mind

This reminded me of my second reason I stopped taking my pills,
Because I felt alone without it;
How I felt bare and naked without that weight on my shoulders and I couldn't take it;

So black is comforting,
And I find myself at home in the darkness