Melancholy

I miss my melancholy; it turns out I am nothing without her.

I felt so much when I had her.

She had a way of making me experience all of my emotions intensely.

She kindled a creative light in me.

She offered me ideas that Joy couldn’t afford.

She held my hand during many trying times.

I tried all I could to get rid of her, believing that happiness was the only genuine answer.

I’ve lost my grief and pain, and without her, I’m nothing.

I gradually devolved into a shell of a person who feels nothing

Who knew that happiness couldn’t take the place of grief and that only numbness could?

I miss the person she molded me into. a depressed and lonely individual who felt everything

I’ll take it over numbness any day.