i dont like this poem, but i feel like posting it.
i think i know depression now
i had brushed the surface before
but now with this whole thing
ive gone from feeling isolated
to actually alone
i took a bow
looked at the clock, it was four
my headphones sing
the moons elated
no longer alone.
the moon has a friend in me.
a fact i now see
im friends with the moon
he treats me well
but sadly i have to leave
for my other friends have to know the sun
