Sorrow is a longtime friend of mine; I have known her for quite a while.
She knows me like the back of my hand; she can be a good friend. She listens well.
Although, she can be pretty nasty. She tells me that people are cruel and they don't know.
Sorrow understands me in a way that nobody else does; she's got me, I got her.
We got acquainted super fast at the beginning, I really felt that she was genuine.
She hides her true colors well: She strikes me like a cobra when I least expect it.
Sorrow knows how to hit me below the belt; but then, she apologizes and soothes me.
She claims that she can be hard on me, but because she loves me. No one else, only her.
I've repeatedly told her to let go of me and that she hurts me, she shakes her head.
Sorrow calls me crazy, that I am all she knows and there is nothing more for me.
She's put the handcuffs on me and tied me to a chain post, I am trapped. Nothing more.
Sorrow may be a longtime friend of mine; but how exactly true is she?
~ Kathy Kowalewska
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