my friend/enemy
her name was depression
she drew me in with aggression
without me knowing what was happening
I found myself struggling
I thought you were my friend
but I see you could never comprehend
the pain that i could hide
all behind my eyes
but don't you worry
no need to be sorry
I do have a confession
My friend is depression
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