So alone

Just another poem about depression, people not sticking around while your problems and coping mechanisms do, etc. Just another drunk poem from the notebook. Short and free verse

Unlike people, depression always comes back

Alcohol stays around the morning after 

Medication is always there ready to be taken

Anxiety is constantly tapping on your shoulder 

Cigarettes faithfully there to spark up a conversation

A true oral fixation 

So why am I so alone?