Depressing Poems

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All I hear about is someone cheating.

Whenever I do, I give advice on the outside,

but on the inside I'm laughing.

I have the most faithful lover.

Not myself,

Not the darkness,

Not a person.

A figure. A feeling.

I call it Depression.

Because after everything that happens,

We are always together.

I either call it, get called, or we act like 2 magnets with the most power ever.

We just come running for each other.

It's sad, really.

How the thing tearing me apart,

Is classified as me.