I've befriended my sadness,
At first I despised him, wanted to get rid of him,
Until he would not go away and the longer he stayed,
I learnt that he was the only person who listened to what I had to say,
And although he is the causing of the pain in my heart,
He also lingers with me at night like a soothing hug,
He selflessly offers his ears to my thoughts,
Whilst catching my tears,
Which he sells bringing him a fortune to last years,
And when everything spiralled and got too much,
I found that the only way I could get lost and breathe was in his soft serrated touch,
For he comforted me now in my darkest shade of blue,
Listening to me without judgment,
Wrapping me in a hug because who else was,
He was kind in this hour,
I could say my worries and stress,
And he would never ever think that I was a mess,
However when I wasn't at my lowest,
He would always drag me back,
Purposefully, uncaringly, selfishly,
Into the waters which mirror the deepest shades of blue,
Again because although I was ok at that hour,
He still managed to have the most power,
And every time he managed to drag me back to that same dark blue,
Which I had tried so hard to climb out through,
Making him my friend that day, in that blue was the worst decision ever made,
Because it meant that no matter how I felt, his duplicitous self always stayed.
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Until these wounds heal
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