it's name is depress. i've know it since fifth grade.
it comes and goes since then.
you would have never guessed it and i were friends.
we look so different, it so tall and vast: i so meek and tiny.
it asks a lot from me.
we have a grand friendship.
it asks a lot from me.
i give everything i have.
and it gives everything it has.
like digging a hole, i give the dirt, by working.
it gives me a home, to hide.
i hide when things are wrong.
and it wraps itself around me as if it were a blanket.
in this hole i have wrapped around by it and it's dirt.
home.
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