After weeks of no depression
I feel it creeping back
reaching for my ankles
secretly planning its attack
I thought these feelings were over
but nothing good can stay
I feel sorry for myself
for ever hoping there was a way
The words you said
hurt more than they should
something in me cracks
something I no longer thought could
I thought I was damaged
permanently broken
but you fixed me
with what you had spoken
But irony is evil
and I guess so is love
cause those healing words
also killed all the happiness I'm capable of
