Depression is my silent friend.
She leaves sometimes and comes back again.
She’s always there when I get down.
I try to shake her but she’s still around.
She hides so well behind my smile.
If I let her she’ll stay here a while.
I know it’s time I silence her voice.
You can’t stay here, it is my choice.
I choose to be happy and teach her a lesson.
I no longer want to be Friends With Depression!!
-As Told By Val