control

October 3, 2013

Scared, lost, alone

It’s 2 a.m.

So I have no one to call on the phone

Depression grabs my right arm

And happiness my left

They are fighting over who will win

And in this process I lose my friends

Happiness slips and my confidence falls

Depression throws my against the walls

But for a split second depression let’s go

Will happiness ever take control?

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