Who Knew You Were The Cause of My Depression?

It's the feeling I hate,
Yet I've grown to Love.
An addiction so sweet,
When push is forced to shove.

But do you notice?
No not at all.
It's the poisonous kiss,
That divides my walk from my crawl.

I know I'm dramatic,
And my emotions are screwed up,
but it's kind of automatic,
and my eyes are screwed shut.

I'm blinded by thoughts,
And don't feel a need for change;
My sanity's been shot,
Though I was already deranged.

Obsessive could be a word,
You can use to describe me,
And you've been insured,
That it wouldn't surprise me.

Schizophrenic comes by closely,
But I only pretend that you're there,
I pretend that you love me,
And I pretend that you care.

I know that might sound creepy,
But I can't control my imagination,
No matter how much it needs,
Along with some modification.

The times that feeling surrounds me,
I only see your face,
How you only caused the hurting,
And how you put me in displace.

It's not a matter of choice,
Though I really wish it was,
If you could only hear my voice,
And the screaming that you caused.

It's an involuntary emotion,
That I wish didn't exist.
But, I'm full of devotion,
And covered by my mist.

My tears are heated,
And stain my cheeks,
You don't know that you're needed,
Because I've become so week.

I gave into my mind,
And let the feeling overcome,
All the love you could find,
Is covered by depression.