Her and I have been married now after knowing each other for three years
Alike every relationship we break up to make up
And swear we would be okay without each other
I love her because when no one else is there she continues to embrace me so
She wipes my tears, hugs me long, and kisses my impurities
I lived this way for a very long time, but I never excepted our relationship
As a growing boy I was supposed to be accepting and understanding to things with hope they got
better
Instead, I planted belief that things would never get better
This is how I met depression
As hard as it was I grew to love her because of the loyalty and popularity
It was odd really
She knew millions of people and yet we decided to love each other most
She built inside me a quiet voice
A voice that would never speak positive
A voice that was tuned by uncertainty
A voice that would never know happiness
Our marriage is the only thing I know to rely on