If Depression Was A Friend

Depression, how can you call yourself a friend?

No safety blanket, no happy end.

My life is grey and nothing is bright,

Your hold on me isn’t right.

I feel like I’ve turned to nothingness,

Friends don’t treat friends like this.

Friends are supposed to help each other through,

But you’re no friend — at least not one that’s true.

Your presence lingers throughout,

Like an unwelcome guest - a ghost in the house.

I do not want you as foe nor friend,

But you have become an unwanted companion.

I feel there is no escaping you, depression.

I tried to forget you, but you wouldn’t let that happen.

I even tried putting you on the back burner,

It’s still so easy for you to drag me under.

You strip away my energy, hopes, and dreams, you’re so unfair.

Stealing moments where I am in control, with your silent stare.

Hold on now, don’t get so mad.

I understand that I make you sad…

But can you try to take a different view?

I’m really here to make things better for you.

It must be hard for you to understand, with your head hung low as you do…

I know I bring sadness your way,

Using words you don’t want to hear,

But take comfort in what I say,

And ease up on the tears.

I mean the best each day for you,

after all, that is what friends do.

My heart aches that we don’t see eye to eye,

Still, I strive to improve your life — though it may seem otherwise.

I do not mean to make you uncomfortable.

I’m just trying to help you back to normal.

My intentions were always pure,

And I’m sorry if I made things worse.

I can tell you’re not so sure…

If you’ll accept me as your friend,

I promise you’ll find good reasons in the end.

I could teach you how to pause,

A moment to observe the cause.

I could help you think more deeply,

And show ways for you to feel completely.

I know I make you sad, its true beyond a doubt,

But in the end, my only goal is to help you out.

Alright, but it’s not enough just to forgive you.

Depression, you are the kind of friend I must learn to out-do.

But first, I must forgive myself.

I’m willing, and going to need a little help.

You say you’ll be there till the end,

But I see something else within you — A helping hand.

Deep down, I know this is how it should be,

While you can sometimes bring me down, you can also comfort me.

You can actually breathe life back into me.

If I listen to you, depression, you could even set me free.

Will you guide me?

I suppose, I could learn so much from you.

To think something so dark could let any light shine through…

Your offer to forgive me is quite bold.

But there’s much more damage than you’ve been told…

Can you handle the unknown?

I am known to creep in uninvited,

Bringing you pain — You won’t be delighted.

But what I have to offer has been underrated,

And my friendly benefits cannot be overstated.

Always there in those dark times — when no one else hears you cry,

I am a true friend that will never say goodbye.

I am the one who knows you best,

And always by your side.