Old Friend

Source: http://www.baytherapy.co.uk

Depression, my old friend,

this time I really thought

we’d parted

but you’ve returned,

as always–

eager and consuming.

 

I feel the urge to cry,

to curl into a ball and weep until

my insides exhaust me.

Until I’m spaced out and empty

in my mind.

 

The TV will guide me,

Lull me into the silence of nothingness,

Hold my hand tenderly,

Distract me from my life.

 

I’ll slip into a world of familiar faces,

Nestled in my corner of the couch,

In silent darkness.

 

Just breathe through the moments

until slumber comes to rescue you from today–

inviting tomorrow.