Depression a friend that comes from beneath.
Depression a love that’s come to me.
No doctors or therapist could see that this depression is a friend to me.
It speaks to me when I sleep.
It understands me when I speak.
No prescriptions please.
Because I’m afraid of losing my only friend you see.
If it leaves I’ll be alone for my beloved depression would have left me.
I’m afraid of being alone.
I hate that feeling that comes for me.
Sure I have a loving girlfriend and family that all care for me.
But my beloved depression is the only one that truly understands me.