Read Poem: The depression follows me, by Alex Bucur

The depression follows me. But I try to be faster.
It keeps coming after me, trying to grab me with its claw suddenly.
Still, I try to be faster than it.
I’m starting seven more musical projects, another coping mechanism.

I keep a diary, I write some poems.
My thoughts are flying in a thousand directions.
I would say that now I am at my creative peak
But it’s just pain, it’s nothing like native.

The depression follows me. I’m still faster than it
I run down the street, towards the unknown, looking for the way
Looking for that quiet life before it appeared
I keep lying to myself that it’s just a passing phase.

The depression follows me. It doesn’t give a damn, it’s really a nuisance,
It approaches me, it lies to me that it comes with peaceful thoughts
Then it hits fully without any management
It leaves me stripped of my personality, without coherent thoughts.

The depression got me. It’s not just a passing phase
It is a condition, confirmed, cataloged as incurable
Maximum you can do, a dormant state,
But whence this without a coherent mind.

The depression follows me. Wow, it really is a reliable friend
From your life, it said that it’s not leaving, it is living a noble life
It only takes a few months and you get used to it
You guessed its intentions on the spot.

I managed to put it in a dormant state
I think now I have a different mind, may be coherent.
Apparently there are two of us now living in me
My personality, and IT, whenever returns for real.