My Depression thoughts

This Boy

This boy he listened to me
This boy helped me to believe
To believe in myself
To believe in a better life
If you didn't I would have killed myself
With a knife
This boy would talk to me about
Silly and serious
And he didn't once call me delirious
But one day I had to stop talking to him
Because if I didn't my life would grow dim
You like other people I'm just a friend
I thought we could be more NO
That had to be the end
You like my friend the girl I trust
And she like you if this went on
Me and my friends relationship would turn into a bust
She tells me I like him
I tell her I don't
At the same time I'm telling myself
You won't
I won't like him
I won't like him anymore
Dang this is much harder to say then before
I can't tell you about my feelings not at all
It's like I'm being played like a doll
So this is the end
It will be hard but goodbye my friend

So if you don't know what this poems about let me break it down, so one night I need to tell someone about some stuff I've been going through and he was there so I texted him and we talked and hung out and I started to grow feelings for him (⚠️BAD IDEA⚠️) but after a week or two I found out my friend liked him to so I telling her that I don't like him anymore it was just a silly crush and I think she believes me so