My Friend Albert

You see I have this friend whom I know well

He is always there, but can you tell

You have to look, but not to close

Can you see him, can you now

He does not bite, he does not growl

He is my friend I tell you know.

He is by my side, all the time

Like a woollen blanket or woven shroud

He drags me down, and holds me there

For all eternity, for all to stare

Prozac helps well till I don’t care

This friend of mine is not welcome here.

This friend of mine, what can I say

He is like a warm but cloudy day

Pulling me down and holding me there

I am drowning you see, from depression you know

It will kill me one day and no-one will know

Until my corpse, my stinking corpse, rots through the floor.

Depression my dear friend how I loathe you

You see when we met you were betrothed to me

A marriage not of love but of incarceration

With you in me for all of time, torturing my soul

Like the devils friend, loathing in me like a cancerous troll

Living without hope is like not living at all.

So I say to you one and all, look for my friend

He is all curled up like a cat in a ball

Purring away as he devours my soul

He hides in the dark away from it all

Like a cloak of yarn all rough and ragged

Depression my friend you are such a bastard.