You
You have been my best friend
You have held my hand
Cried with me
But where my tears have stopped, yours have continued
I have tried to hold your hand
But sometimes you are so deep in your pit of depression
I give up trying to reach
Because you are so far down there is no way I can
And now
You are happier
But it is an artificial happiness
Not ever artificial happiness can last forever
You are not the friend I once knew
But is this because the friend I knew before
was really the artificial one?
Perhaps I was deceived
by your shroud of depression
And the new you
is the real you.
You