Depression is my best friend
Why do you eat me alive, why can you not wait till I am dead. Why must you show me the worst of myself when I try so hard to be good. Is it never enough, will I never be free of the this prison you hold me in. Depression is my best friend, it holds me when others will not, itâs not here to comfort me but it does so without knowing. What would I do without it, I do not know for I have had it to lean on for so long. I am dependent upon it.
















