My best friend

Here she comes, my best friend,

Ever smiling as she envelopes me over.

Her warmth and presence always ready to lend.

She smiles as she pulls me closer:

 

Let me tell you about my best friend

With whom all the time I seem to spend

Her favorite color is black and loves darkness

She comes and leaves in her own style with abruptness.

She gives me a hug and holds my hand

She talks a lot almost out of breath

Talking about life and death

Almost like a rocking band.

Looking at her my heart beats fast

Can you blame me? 

Many after they met her were aghast

Will you not do that can you give a guarantee?

Who said blue is the warmest color?

Without her I feel duller,

You want to know why?

Because I am lonely without her not going to lie.

A look at her dark features I smile

Because without her I was alone all this while

Now at least she is here to make my day

Be it January or May.

She makes me think so much

From childhood, to teenage

To adulthood where I am locked in a cage.

She lets my thoughts flow with a single touch.

Oh! Forgot to mention her name

You will know her of course! she has so much fame

Her name is depression and she is not tame

Makes me cry, makes me doubt but never leaves me alone all the same

In the lonely nights she makes me play the thinking game

Not fun and in the end all I feel is shame

But at least she is there at the end

So this is my my best friend