My Friend Sue
I have a friend called Sue,
I met her all alone.
She wrapped her arms around me,
And promised to never go.
Sue whispers dark secrets,
Quietly in my head.
She only says the truth,
Like that she wishes I am dead.
Sue makes me believe her,
She isn't really wrong.
I'm sure she means well really,
They're just her dark songs.
Sue made my friends all leave me,
They thought she was cruel.
I thought they were just jealous,
And calling me a fool.
Sue's words are harsh and sneering,
They make me feel sick.
Every time she whispers now,
I feel like I'm being whipped.
Who knew Sue was really awful,
She didn't mean well at all.
All she wanted really,
Was to watch my downfall.
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To Be Depressed
Nonfiksi"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
