depression.

i needed it.

the dark to

6th grade me’s light.

the day I realized

what time I should fight.

i once needed depression.

i got it.

i’m glad it’s over,

but i wouldn’t take it away.

years, years later,

you’ve come back,

inching closer like a caterpillar,

ticking like the minute hand on a clock,

creeping like a black cat in the dark.

see, all those and more too.

you’ve come back,

my dear depression,

but i no longer need you.