The Last Letter

This is a letter to my depression;

I want to break up. You aren't the one.

We had a long run, we've come really far.

But when we're alone, every memory leaves a scar.

Going through the lows, I realised there were no highs.

Now I know why there is a good in goodbyes.

You are not what I need; you never were.

With you by my side, everything is a blur.

I cannot go through this anymore.

I'm breaking down these suffocating walls and building a door.

This wasn't love, it was just a fling.

You smell like the end and I want a beginning.