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05 May 2011

I Hate Your Depression

I hate your depression.
It took you away from me.
We are friends in name only.
You don't have time to see me.
Depression steals all of your time.
If you're not in bed,
you're trying to catch up on all the things
you let go of while you were in bed.
Or you're at the doctor
or pharmacist
or therapist.
Getting your meds adjusted
again and again.
Trying to find balance.
And when you can, you work.
Your depression makes room 
for some of your family and friends,
those in your inner circle.
But not me,
I'm in another circle.
I hate your depression.
I hate that it took you away from me.
I miss you
and wish you were still in my life.

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