Day 163
Dear depression.
I am starting to live with you a little better
Which is why I am writing this letter
Even though you've done me in so much
I would still like to keep in touch.
Because of you my social skills
are in a better sense rather nil
But even on the internet before Face book
I had good friends, whose hands I took
and found out there were just like me
Depression did not let them go free.
But we did laugh on merrily.
And also thanks for over thinking
Words came in poems linking
my thoughts together in mirth
We came together around this earth
We all laughed and cried and wrote you letters
on how we could all cope with you better
Dear depression.
I am starting to live with you a little better
Which is why I am writing this letter
Even though you've done me in so much
I would still like to keep in touch.
Because of you my social skills
are in a better sense rather nil
But even on the internet before Face book
I had good friends, whose hands I took
and found out there were just like me
Depression did not let them go free.
But we did laugh on merrily.
And also thanks for over thinking
Words came in poems linking
my thoughts together in mirth
We came together around this earth
We all laughed and cried and wrote you letters
on how we could all cope with you better
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