Depression is the name

Depression and i met on a strange moment, when i was all alone and sad.

She made me feel comfortable, like i had found home.

We got along right away and we became each other's half.

Sometimes she made me cry, but she told me that was for my own good.

On my birthday, depression gave me a promise ring, she said she would never leave like everyone else did.

So i gave her my all, i fell in love.

But i started growing up and the ring was too tight, it was hurting me.

I asked her if i could take it off cause i was in so much pain, she said no, i was crying, i still loved her, though.

One day the ring merged into my skin and suddenly we were one, me and depression, forever.