He always comes to sit with me. He's such a dear friend. If the light is too bright he'll dim it. Hell even if it's just right he'll turn it off. But that's just the way he is. He likes the darkness so what? If I'm sad he'll wrap me up in his arms and make sure he stays with me forever. His name is depression.
Sometimes his other friend, insomnia will come over. She and depression are best friends. Insomnia loves to think about things, she like the darkness also. Me and her always talk at night on the phone.
Insomnia's boyfriend, Schizophrenia, lives with me. Insomnia and Schizophrenia love to party all night long but me and depression just sit back and watch them. They always seem happy. Schizophrenia always invites Anxiety over.
The five of us are a group that will never split up. I know that because they are embedded into my heart.
Time to time suicide comes over just to hang though but he always leave but comes back.
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The Mind Is a Dangerous Place
HorrorI don't think these can be called poems. They are just horrible thoughts that go through my head. Started 4-9-16
