My poem

Have you ever been depressed? I have. Not the suicidal type. I was just plain depressed. Life had no happiness. The walls were caving in. My girl had just broken up with me. School sucked. Work was a joke. Who works anyways? This kid did. But back to the depression, it sucked. My life was just finished.
The only thing that was there for me was my friends and family. They are the reason I am here. I have the greatest family in the world. I could tell them anything. My best friends were more than I could ask for. I could talk to them about anything. We hung out all summer. But life was still missing something.
I had multiple escapes from this. You thought I was going to say drugs there, but I won't. I don't enjoy them that much. Nor do I do them anymore. But my escapes, they were music and sleep. The best things ever. All teenagers would agree. That's all you need. I slept and dreamed of the better days. Of when I had my girl. But those days were over. Music helped me get over it. It was my drug.
I did love my parents, but the idea of moving out, now that was a great thing. My cousin and best friend wanted to move out. No one has money though. College alone is going to break us all. But that's life. Society is the moldings of it.
I never was poor. Nor was I rich. I was in the middle. I had enough, but not too much. I had a car. I had a house. College would be rough, but not impossible.
Now, the girl I had. She was bad. But yet why am I somehow still attached? I hate her! But I love her. Or do I miss the feeling of having someone love me? That must have been it. It was all about sex. I loved it, but not that much. I was not addicted to it. I enjoyed doing it casually.