The Most Powerful Drug

When I told you that I was depressed, you told me that I needed an outlet
The way you have your music
The way your brother loses himself in his coding
And I thought for a moment that maybe you understood

You knew that I was infatuated with words
But I never told you how,
Once upon a time,
I'd string them together myself.
Even right then, in that moment,
I could think of ten different ways to describe your eyes.

I never told you about how the words just stopped coming.
Just like that.
How depression is an exercise in simply going through the motions,
Getting through each day,
Pretending to be yourself when you're really just this hollow shell.

You told me that I needed to find my outlet
Well, I'm so fucking sick of writing lines about you.