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No Friend of Mine



You see I have this friend whom I know well



He is always there, but can you tell



You have to look, but not to close



Can you see him, can you now



He does not bite, he does not growl



He is my friend I tell you know.



 



He is by my side, all the time



Like a woollen blanket or woven shroud



He drags me down, and holds me there



For all eternity, for all to stare



Prozac helps well till I don’t care



This friend of mine is not welcome here.



 



This friend of mine, what can I say



He is like a warm but cloudy day



Pulling me down and holding me there



I am drowning you see, from depression you know



It will kill me one day and no-one will know



Until my corpse, my stinking corpse, rots through the floor.



 



Depression my dear friend how I loathe you



You see when we met you were betrothed to me



A marriage not of love but of incarceration



With you in me for all of time, torturing my soul



Like the devils friend, loathing in me like a cancerous troll



Living without hope is like not living at all.



So I say to you one and all, look for my friend



He is all curled up like a cat in a ball



Purring away as he devours my soul



He hides in the dark away from it all



Like a cloak of yarn all rough and ragged



Depression my friend you are such a bastard.

Comments1

  • Dolphine29

    Depression helps to understand hapiness; no matter how deep only glimpsing it will make it worth it.
    :)
    Nice poem
    Best
    D.



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