It's me your roommate,
the person you wish didn't exist -
why do you hide in your room,
why do you curse my name?
We're one and the same,
we look the same,
I'm not a monster with fangs,
why do you hate me so much?
Look in the mirror,
I'm standing behind you
I am you
you clench your teeth,
but I'm your fate.
Which one of us is it,
whose fault is it,
for lungs filled with smoke,
liver with holes,
eyes bloodshot,
it must be yours,
I've always been here -
You'll come to love me,
kiss my cheek, embrace me,
you'll curl into my arms,
you'll wish you never left me.
Yours,
Depression
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