Old Friend

Hey old friend depression
It’s been a while
Like forty five seconds flat since the last
Thought with suicidal conclusions?
Sorry but i was busy with anxiety…
You two are quite the handful
And something’s gonna go wrong
Again if you can’t get along
And then i’ll hate myself some more
And cry out
In anger and in shame
Or hit the same old bottle
Thinking that i’ve won the game
'Til i gather meds, full throttle
Spend the night writhing in pain
That’s right
Kick the bucket just enough
To pass out, but not sustain
Too much permanent organ damage
'Cause i don’t wanna die
Although my 'friends'
May argue otherwise
And half the bloody time
I’m tempted to let the slip-slope slide
Because i’m sick of feeling sick
And tired of feeling tired
I feel like a loaded gun
But i’ve chewed my fingers down
To the bone so i can’t fire…
My metaphorical bullets
To end this pointless misery
So i’ll spew a wall of text
Induced by withdrawal and self pity
And undo it the next day:
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