I used to like poetry

I used to like poetry.
I used to like writing, and hating life.
It seems like the two go hand in hand.
Depression and Art.
I used to write all the time.
Every where I went, never left my notebook.

Then I got better. I didn't care anymore.
It was a different kind of problem.
But every now and then, I come back.

Nothing is ever really gone.
It just hides, and shrinks, and gathers dust.
But it will never disappear.
Scars last forever, even when they no longer hurt.