Misery is not my friend
But it's the only one that sticks around
Misery is not my friend
But always listens without a sound
Misery is not my friend
But holds me in the dark
Misery is not my friend
But promises to never part
Misery is not my friend
But hugs me in the rain
Misery is not my friend
But knows the chaos in my brain
Misery is not my friend,
But my greatest companion.
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Wither
PoetryFrustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.
