Depression, my old friend
That I met so long ago,
One I'm so sad to admit
To well do I know.
I've learned all his tricks,
The games he loves to play
To make my life miserable
Every single day.
For years he stood by me,
A shadow on my heart
Waiting for his chance
To tear me apart.
And though I thought I ditched him
So I could free myself,
I found I only ripped out my spirit
And set it out myself
Though depression didn't leave me.
His presence was always near.
Locked within his grasping fingers
Is the sort of life I fear.
