Depression and Euphoria

Melancholia and I are long time friends. Melancholia keeps me up at night. She denies me a peaceful rest, a good morning, and with her around me at all times like the air I inhale, everything good disappears.

Euphoria last visited a few months ago, she said she can't always be with me, that everyone else needs her too. She gave me melatonin and breakfast in bed. She made the sun shine over me and watered my plants. She made my heart glad and my soul renewed. She makes me almost forget our other friend. I say almost because I can't erase her, Melancholia was born within me. I am Melancholia and she is me.

As time goes by I try to appease so I can find my peace, I tell her to be silent for a while, that I'll spoil her later, and when later comes, she takes more than I promised. She'll never leave me that's for sure, and it haunts me, but I choose her over emptiness. So I play with Melancholia until she falls asleep.

I tread carefully; she's a slight sleeper, and when she awakes she awakens hell with her. I miss my euphoria.

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