Depression

Hello old friend
I thought I had lost you
But here you are
Older and wiser
More tiresome
Before you were fashionable
Now not so much
Yet I cannot lose you
Even when stable
and safe
You are there
In that corner
Hiding
I welcome you at times
You are a luxury of sorts
I will sleep all day
when no one sees
I will wear my sweats
for three days
Yet you are never satisfied
Not until I am dead
I hate you at times
I pray for your departure
longing to be normal
I'd rather be on a roller coaster
of emotion
than not moving at all
So I will try to bid you
farewell,
until we meet again