Best friend edition
Depression is real, only it is a disease you can't feel.
The solution to happiness is the friend you call to come over, only they're not gonna show up
And I'm sorry for forgetting to reply, sometimes I just don't give a fuck
It's not your fault, I'm just low on luck
Tired of acting tough when I keep screwing up
Still attempting to call that friend, this whole action is a nuisance
Man, wondering where that happiness is; I swear I'm gonna lose it
And I'm sorry I never know what to say
It's not your fault, I just lost my mind today
Tired of acting okay when I'm not okay.
Happiness never showed up; what a friend that is?
Gave them my number and even where I live
Wrote it twenty-three times with some paper and a pen
Maybe happiness was never my friend to begin with
Only depression seems to knock at my door
I don't know if he's hungry or if he wants to torture me more
Happiness messaged me and said that it's only in my head
But depression leaves me feeling like I want to be dead
Depression isn't always that bad
Although, he's the friend I wish I never had ...
And I'm sorry for isolating myself all the time
It's not your fault, depression hung over and anxiety decided to spend the night
Tired of crying without someone by my side
You know, Maybe this life is meant for me
The friendship of happiness is not always guaranteed
So I'll be waiting for happiness to come visit me inside
I'll make her some instant ramen and we'll stay up all night
Depression can hang with us too, and it will be alright
Because nothing can separate the two from my life
I'll learn to deal with this, I sincerely promise you
No longer will a knife be wedged in between us two
And I'm sorry I never tried to admit this
It's not your fault, I've come down with the sickness
My landlord is happiness, and I have no money for rent
Hopefully you, my very best friend
Will always hold me close until the end
No matter what happens and through thick and thin
I'll fight this for you, and I'll fucking win
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
