My old friend depression

Depression my old friend

I go back even if it’s a dead end

You and I have this tango

One two three away we go

Put on our shoes

We have work to do

You are here once again

Like hot steel, I bend

Your like an addiction

You bring useless friction

I don’t want you anymore

Yet, you are here just like before

Can we just done?

Can you be gone?

Let’s stop only one of us

Loves this it is your lust

We make a bad couple

Not compatible, not doable

So depression my old friend

Can we call this the end?

Written by Ali Johnson