Depression

I was always hopeful. There were things and people back then. I was also kind, and happy. Words crossed out on my grocery list. Depression is as forgetful as me. Forgetting the grocery list. Remember everything. Scribbling all over my hand. Depression is as patient as a blank wall. Writing words as if I am hopeful. Sometimes, we write. I don’t know much about words or people. I became more mindful. So did my depression. I became more hopeful. He pretended to as well. I was always depressed. Even when I choose my favorite sweatshirt on a chilly day. I didn’t get over it. The chill again. I was always kind. I believed it. When you’re always kind. They believe it too. I had friends back then. It wasn’t much, but we went to the park one time. I don’t have much now. Just depression.