The Darkest Days of My Life: A Feeling of Depression

The feeling of the morning
to the feeling of the night.
It wasn't as happy as it used to be.
My favorite time was when I was alone.
Even though I was always alone, I hated the daytime.
Sunshine hurt my head, while darkness was just perfect.
The hush-hush of everyone around me
got extremely annoying.
Blanking out the days except for
the parts I wish I could forget.
The childish rantings from others I got
from everyone around me still hurt.
I could never forgive/forget the one that started
all the shit that sent me into that depression.
Everyday the death of me seemed to get closer
til one day I couldn't stand it.
I had to get away.
I was found and brought to my senses.
The power of my feelings finally sunk in.
I was reckless and had no purpose
of doing so.
Thinking of that part of my past,
though it was 2 years ago,
I still think it's here with me.
But going through it, I am slightly thankful.
For without it, I wouldn't know
what true friends are like.