We feed each others depression.
We get so used to it that we can’t be happy.
We feed each others darkness
We learn to fear the light.
We feed each others loneliness.
We cling to each other for comfort.
We encourage each others dismay
We need to feel better the then other
We allow each others nostalgia
We can’t look at the future.
We become dependent on each other.
It’s all we can do.
We feed each others pain
So maybe we won’t get hurt next time.
Dedicated to a certain soon-to-be-ex friend of mine.