Dear Old Friend

I keep you up,

I make you sleep late,

I keep the blinds shut,

And I can make you calm then irate.

I keep you in the house,

I make you stay there too,

I can ruin your favorite blouse,

And make you cry over it too.

I am the reason you shed tears,

For minutes, hours and days,

Sometimes even years,

Because no matter what I'm here to stay.

I'll crawl on your skin at your best moments,

I'll make feel exhausted,

It will be complete torment,

And You'll wished you never existed.

You'll always have me,

No matter your efforts,

Forever we'll be,

Ask any expert.

Only treatments a plenty,

A blue, pink and white pill,

Cost you one for seventy,

And it's important to keep them filled.

People will tell you what's wrong with me,

Only for you to blame yourself,

You'll pay for psychiatry,

And your answers will be on a shelf.

Doctors in white will deal,

What seems to be ridicule,

Small, orange and sealed,

And perfectly consumable for the average fool.

But who am I, you ask?

Oh dear old friend,

You must not have forgotten this progression,

Because I am your only friend,

Dear old depression.