I have a friend, her name is depression, She doesn’t say much, but she gives me oppresion. Our daily talks involve love and wisdom, but it’s just my luck, that I fail to use them. I hate her so much, she won’t leave me alone,but I also love her, I don’t want her gone. She’s there when I’m all alone, and comforts my needs,but she’s always the reason that I’m crying on my knees. I want this to stop, I can’t keep this up,but she keeps on saying, “I’ll stop fucking up” I’m a sucker for empathy, and wise choices too,but I’m sure and most likely done with loving you.