Depression is my silent friend.

She leaves sometimes and comes back again.

She’s always there when I get down.

I try to shake her but she’s still around.

She hides so well behind my smile.

If I let her she’ll stay here a while.

I know it’s time I silence her voice.

You can’t stay here, it is my choice.

I choose to be happy and teach her a lesson.

I no longer want to be Friends With Depression!!

-As Told By Val