It surrounds me.
It consumes me.
The black fog that fills my mind.
It only comes when I'm at my lowest.
It knows when it's welcome.
That's the problem, I welcome it.
With open, raw arms.
It's an old friend.
Someone who never falters.
The black fog brings me back to reality.
It brings me down
I can never shake it away.
I love you black fog.
I love you depression.
But it's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye to the nights filled with blood.
The nights filled with tears and empty bottles.
The nights where I tie myself up to let myself down again.
Goodbye, old friend.