Depression is a thief of time,
whom I once called a friend,
I liked that she was predictable- and sometimes gave me an edge,
But she has been a tricky lover,
hard to get away from
I've spent too many years
hiding under my covers,
my time to leave her has come
See she makes my bed so appealing,
begs me to stay in the house,
but all my loved ones are leaving,
I don't want to be the forgotten mouse
When we scroll through old pictures,
my youthful eyes cause pain,
depression says I'll never be her again but I long to re-light that flame
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
Depression is a thief of time,
whom I once called a friend,
I liked that she was predictable- and sometimes gave me an edge,
But she has been a tricky lover,
hard to get away from
I've spent too many years
hiding under my covers,
my time to leave her has come
See she makes my bed so appealing,
begs me to stay in the house,
but all my loved ones are leaving,
I don't want to be the forgotten mouse
When we scroll through old pictures,
my youthful eyes cause pain,
depression says I'll never be her again but I long to re-light that flame
I want to love life again
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