I don’t remember what it’s like to not be depressed
Which is to say depression is the only constant
In my life
The friend that’s always there
But we’re not really friends
And sometimes I forget that

Depression is a wolf if sheep’s clothing
Disguised as good days
And false happiness
That shatters at the drop of a hat
I’ve learned over the years
What fake happy feels like

Depression is my conjoined twin they couldn’t separate at birth
We share a heart
Without them I don’t know how to be anything
So at times I find myself
Romanticizing my sadness

I was once told if I wasn’t recovering
Then I wasn’t trying
But it isn’t easy to break up with
The biggest part of you
Over the years I’ve fallen in love
With my sadness
Depression is funny like that

Some days I’m more scared of being happy
Than I am of being sad and I need to change that
Depression is no longer a friend I want
Sometimes it’s better to be alone
Than to suffer together