"Do not weaver, for now
They are already gone.
I shall now be your friend,
And teach you things yet left to learn !"
They resent you for being dark !
But when none did, you kept me company.
And without you I'd again be a mere loner.
So I pray, they now value your black beauty !
One thing you took - my childlike innocence.
But you've taught me to lie as well as be wise !
You shared your pain, and I learned of society.
How I wish, they too suffered pain, beyond demise !
They, who left, eventually came back.
But ever since you're gone, days are brighter !
So Friend when you are free, come get me;
And we shall hang out again for a bit longer !
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Depression
PoetryAfraid of being depressed ? Just fall in love with it, take it as your friend and watch the magic happen
