Becoming One

Subject: Becoming One
From: Chazzy
Date: 19 Oct 2016

I remember when we weren’t best friends when we were simply strangers bumping into each other. You and I simply bumped each other here and there. You were there but you were not at the same time. Then one day we simply clicked and you told me your name. Depression. Nice to meet you!

You knew everything about me but, I knew nothing about you yet we became friends anyways. You cheered me on over and over again every time I lowered a razor on my skin. You watched me as I cried and you told me everything would be alright. You make me feel alive and full yet I am slowly emptying.

We had our arguments and we broke up a few times but you managed to slither your way back in telling me you would do better and that you would be there whenever I needed you. I believed you and we stayed together. Then one day you helped me with a large situation. A death.

I didn’t know how to take it in but you whispered soothing words into my ear told me to go get the razor blade and I’d be all better. I did. You were right once again. I did get better and we were closer than ever. People tried to break us up more often than usual. I still remember our nemesis's name he flirted and tried to sooth me telling me that you...my Depression weren’t good enough for me his name. Prozac. Hello there.

Prozac was nice, calming, made me happy and made me feel full. Yet…… I still felt empty and sad. We broke up and I got back with you and you made me happy, but he still never gave up he got stronger and it was harder to let him go but in the end we broke up and you and I got back together.

We are still together and one. We are together and still the same. We are slowly parting becoming halfs you trying to tighten your grip on me and days I allow it while others I do not. I will always but I am starting to think maybe…. Just maybe we shouldn’t be together help me out. Your love Chazzy.

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