My Dog

Today I got a new dog.

I did not buy this dog, I did not want this dog, but today, I got this dog.

He is always around, even when I tell him to go away, he is always awake always erratic and always misbehaves.

He’s a black cloud on my sunny day and he’s the reason all my friends stay away.

No one can handle him when he’s around, either he’s too quiet or he’s way too loud, they all say I change whenever he’s around but they don’t seem to understood, he’s also my best friend.

Because when they leave he doesn’t. When they can’t handle me he can.

When they can’t understand me he can.

And when they can’t love me, he can.

He must think he’s a lap dog but he really isn’t, he’s big and he’s large and he’s strong and he has so much black fur it’s hard to breathe when he sits on my chest and I can do nothing but rest.

And cry.

He’s the sadness in my chest that makes breathing hard and thinking hurt, but it’s not his fault, you see?

He’s just a dog.

He makes everything hard, he’s my constant shadow needy and anxious and unable to leave me alone, but what do I do?

No one excepts him, every relationship I have ends as soon as they meet him, the whole world has given up and ignored him, so why shouldn’t I give him a chance?

They all tell me to get rid of him, get some help you can’t cope but what they don’t understand is he is my friend.

My end but also my beginning my down fall but also my victory my story but not my ending so tell me, how?

how do I get rid of something that is now part of me?

Today I got a dog.

I did not buy this dog, I did not want this dog, but today I got a dog.

And his name is depression.