When depression met anxiety

When depression met anxiety it didn't go well They argued a lot and I had to calm them down They became competitive and wanted my attention at all times

Depression taunts anxiety, tells it secrets I have no control which bothers me and once they both found out they became friends

I suppose that's a good thing However I'm getting tired of depression telling anxiety secrets and nasty little tricks They both constantly talk in my head and they never go to bed on time They walk hand in hand and to me it's as if they have always been here

They are very good at hiding, they do it all the time but they make sure I can still hear them at the back of my head Walking around pulling on my brain cells, tapping into my memory

They pull up events I try to forget They allow me to access everything I assess and analyse all memories Then they sleep Finally.