My best friend

Darker and darker
That is what my world is becoming.
Everybody says I should be happy.
I have graduated with a 3.9
I have a full time well paying job.
I have a sweet one year old nephew.
I have two beautiful dogs who i love with all my heart.
But socially.... Socially I have one friend.
His name is depression and his best friend is anxiety.
Now you may think that I am friends with anxiety.
But that is not the case, because for right now anxiety is just a third wheel.
Me and Depression, we go way back.
We go so far back, I remember him being with me throughout middle school and high school.
He was always there for me when nobody else was.
He was there when I was happy with my friends…
He was there when I was suffering alone at one in the morning.
He was there when nobody else could see me screaming in public.
He is there for me even now when i lie awake at two in the morning staring at a blank screen.
A blank screen that should be holding my thoughts, my fears, and my tears in a form of words...
But yet, he whispers to me that this blank screen is how i am feeling.
Alone. Empty. And pathetic.
Now his friend, Anxiety only comes to join me and depression when i need to be confident.
When I was about to perform for Color Guard. Anxiety would come wish me good luck.
Causing me to fail.
He would come wish me luck when I had to present in class and would watch in the front row.
Causing me to shake and fail.
Now the two of them together make my dark world seem even darker.
But Somehow every once in awhile a figure in white manages their way into my dark world.
Someone who will save me...
However, that figure would shortly realize how dark and how broken i am.
Causing them to run and to abandon me.
Causing me to break and sink farther into the darkness.
Into the warm hug of my best friend, the one person who i know will always be there for me.
Darker and Darker do I fall into the warmth of his arms.
For there I am safe from everyone.