An Old Friend

Depression is like an old friend,
the one you feel so comfortable with,
one who wants, to meet the end.

It hangs around you
and you two don't know what to do.

It may not have your best intrests at heart,
but when it's there- as inpiration
you always do your best art.

It's your only comfort
when things get bad.

You used to love happiness,
but since they started hanging out with truthfulness
you like lies much better.

Until one day
it becomes too much.

It was all you knew
and like many others,
depression got to you to.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Depression is like old under wear. You know they're gross and need to be gotten rid of but they're just to damn comfortable and you know you're not getting laid wearing nasty a*s underwear but it never occurs to you to take them off even when people tell you you're wearing them out side of your pants.

[Frieda P]

lol it always comes down to getting laid!!

[Euro]

WOW!
I love this so much!
You're such a good poet and this is no exception!
Great job,
-Penelope H.

[lovelydark&deep]

Edit last line: "to" should be "too"
Otherwise...I almost hate this poem because it's my truth.

[Silas]

The beginning is the best part :3

[KeeD]

Oh man depression is my best mate, I hate to love him but somehow he's always around so I have no choice but to accept and love him. Haha speaking for all us lost souls here Chandlerl, Love the way you write, your ability to give character to emotion.

I'm going to quote Kimmer's on this though, "A true depressive could not possibly have written this piece." ->"true depression robs the sufferer of everything...including the ability to write."
she is so write, just the fact that you were able to find inspiration through this "old friend" shows to me how positive your life is and how strong and great your mind is, depression eats away all the creativeness, leaves you a blank empty vessel, for me that is not you :) Much love, respect and admiration, Kee.

[KAOlmsted]

A true depressive could not possibly have written this piece. I know a lot of people throw the word around to describe myriad feelings, but true depression robs the sufferer of everything...including the ability to write. If you're writing through depression, you are not depressed. Maybe a little blue, maybe a little pissed off, maybe a little, I don't know, hungry...? Depression makes it impossible for you to give a s**t about anything...you simply care about nothing...When you can't even get out of bed to feed your own kid, that is depression. Thanks for sharing this, but it has sweet f**k-all to do with depression.

[KeeD]

Kimmers speaks with such clarity on this, I totally agree with her, a depressed mind could not have produced such a creative write, depression eats away from the inside and blocks all creativeness leaving you with an empty vessel of zero to none productivity. You have managed to produce something that I as a reader would like to tell you is a great piece, proof to me that you're so much more than depression and it's got nothing on you sir.

[KAOlmsted]

Thanks, kee. < 3

[fiery-san]

Agree with this... depression in certain ways can open doors to great works... the raw emotions coming from such things can be beautiful... but it also consumes you, takes a part of you and leave you hurt and bleeding... never truly healing. Truly a nice write... btw I think the last "to" on the last line should be "too". ^_^

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the description of depression. I was lucky. I was born with "I don't give a s**t attitude." Few things could effect me. Old age taught me to care. That is when sadness and depression can be part of us. Depression is part of life. We will lose as many battles as we will win. No weakness in the excellent poetry. Thank you.
Coyote

[chandlerl]

Thank you =)