I've got this friend,
called Depression.

Depression is always comforting me.

Depression makes me feel empty instead of sad and unhappy.

I can't feel happy or smile anymore because Depression fills me with empty feelings.

Depression makes my thoughts feel like useless words echoing through my mind.

All I want to do is lay in bed all day.

All alone.

All day feeling nothing and doing nothing.

Depression is a friend who makes me feel so alone and so useless.

But who wants a friend like that?

No one.

Therefore, depression isn't my friend anymore.

Depression is my enemy.