My sadness is like waves, constant and unforgiving.
In the despair, there are moments of relief.
You are one of those moments.
Alcohol does not help.
I can be drunk and sad.
I cannot keep fighting the devil for you,
I am as sad as you are.
Now you know why I did not want to let you in.
My mind is vast,
There are rooms, even I am too scared to open.
You said you would not leave.
Now, my depression wants to talk to me.
What did you say I should do?