In time, you'll learn this is about you.

I hate you. Seriously. I hate you, for I can not seem to live without you. Wherever I go, you are right beside me, singing your impish thoughts. Through the highest euphorias, you make sure remind me that everything can be taken away from me in a second. Throught the lowest lows, you are there to comfort me and keep me warm company. Even in my dreams, you are there with your clothes off, veiling my vision with a curtain of black mystique. I can recall times when I stretched my capabilities to try and get rid of you. Yet, you've stayed. And you've been here forever. Well, not forever, but, I say half of a life is a good timesheet. I don't remember where we met. It might have been at my grandmother's funeral; I didn't exactly like you then It was then you started getting in my head I was the last person to leave the hole in the ground where the casket was I don't know where your voice came from, but, you told me to jump in I had been taught better and ultimately prevailed Or maybe it was that day I had got off the van and my mom told me that my dad had died When I walked up the stairs silent and cried in the closet You were there to tell me that I can't get any lower than I was When I drew that picture of the kid stuck in the desert, you stood over me and made sure the picture was uncensored; you made me place all of the moment's feelings on that page You helped me cry all of it out so that I could be forged into steel You gave me the resiliency to recuperate from a night of somberness on Friday to show no pain on Sunday at the funeral Everyone around me had tears, even my little brother who has a different dad But, I was ice cold You helped me Or maybe it was when you helped me right that paper for American Lit. class... OK. We can call that a mixed bag. While you did help me write the best paper in the class, I had to expose you to counselors, a teacher, and my mom. I, we, knew how much you hated that, but, the ulimate goal was the best paper in the class and we accomplished that. Regardless of the backlash, the teacher said that our paper was the best that she has ever read. You were then there and you're here now. I have no idea how I've found you. But, I don't know how I've lived without you. I spend time trying to get away from you for others' approval, instead of standing up for my friend and valuing them over others' opinions. With that being said, I dedicate this to you. You've been there from the "beginning" and even though they'll try to take you away from me, I'll do my best to keep you in the end So, I present a toast to my depression. Keep doing what you're doing. You're amazing.