Right now I feel alone,
I have friends- really good friends!
They never leave me,
And they go by depression and anxiety.
Sometimes I talk to them,
We discuss pressing issues like politics and art,
Everyone else tries to tell me,
They're the ones tearing me apart.
But those others aren't my friends,
They aren't here now when I'm alone and when I cry,
They aren't there when I need someone to talk to,
Depression and anxiety, they're the ones that are really thoughtful.
As we speak I have a fever,
I'm talking to myself to what the best method of healing should be,
The others? They don't care about it either.
I'm in my house all alone,
Trying not to let my third friend join today's gathering.
I met my third friend through the other two,
We don't get on as much,
He makes the others dislike me.
He does this by taking control,
He plays with my body like it were a marionette,
He makes breathing impossible,
Speech incomparable to any modern tongue.
I have my ways of dealing with friend 3,
First I talk to depression and anxiety,
Count to ten,
Finally I'm free.
Sometimes I don't want to continue, it's a mess and it gets hard, there's nobody here to give me a kiss at night anymore and loneliness creeps in through the side door.