Friends are Gone

It creeps up when you'd least suppose,
showing absolutely no discretion.
It hits you hard and then it goes.
It's commonly known as depression.

It hurts so much, it will not stop.
Those that were close, that now are not.
I know, I sound like such a sop,
But when it comes, it's hard to blot.

A hole inside,
it's hard to fill.
I've tried and tried,
but have yet to make the bill.

I hope, one day, that I will find,
a way to stop this horrible mess.
It spills out from depths o'my mind,
and only makes it hurt not less. 

 

The End

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