Hello, Old Friend
Dear Depression,
I would like to say long time no see, but actually I see you in everything
You are the solar eclipse to my social life
But thank you for the night vision goggles you dug out of the trash for me
I’ve actually become accustomed to black
The color of mourning that I confuse with the color of morning I haven’t seen a new day since February 29th
If I may just say out of all of my high fashion I wear you the best
Dark Cloud couture
My mother always told me if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all
Maybe that’s why people don’t talk to me much.
Or at least that’s why I think people don’t talk to me much
Correction, that’s what you made me think
You tried to convince me that fairy tales aren’t real
That peter pan would no longer be flying through my window
That I no longer had a window
You painted my window shut
But little did you know I had a door
And on the other side of the door was me
And that was enough for me
I never saw myself before
I didn’t know I was beautiful
I definitely didn’t know I was confident
I am an entrepreneur for my own happiness
I can now think on my own
Depression I thought you were my best friend
I thought you were my diary
But then you reversed the pages
And took root in my brain
You are no longer Geppetto
I am no longer your dummy
Ctrl Alt Delete
I am a real boy now
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