The Black Fog

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.


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