Just writing

I sit here, writing,
Writing of nothing at all.
I just look down,
As I begin to fall.

I fall in to nothing,
Nothing but a black hole.
Thinking of you,
And a whole lot more.

A whole lot more 'bout,
Memories of just you and me.
Memories that keep me alive,
Of how we used to be.

We used to be so happy,
Then I went away.
We were almost perfect,
Until one bad day.

The one day when,
The almost perfect relationship ended then,
On that day it happened,
Major depression came...

© Corinne