23/3/11
I’m the poem you don’t want to read,
I’m the friend you’re too tired to call,

I will drag you right down to the depths of this.

I’m the writer you wish you never discovered,
I’m the night you wish you could erase.

I will drag you right down to the depths of this.

I’m the friend you forgot to go and see,
I’m the mistake you made with a simple wave.
I will drag you right down to the depths of this.

I’m the artist whose gallery will hurt your eyes,
I’m the artist who turns everything into lies,
I’m the poet who can write a thousand words
but can’t speak even one of them aloud.

And I am depression nestled deep inside the heart of a poet

who you are just too scared to befriend,
Because you don’t know how soon will be the end.