I lie awake at night
And next to me lies my depression
I'm not quite sure how it ended up here
I think someone must have invited it. Was it me? I can't really recall
But I guess I sort of find it comforting.
When I wake up and feel it sitting on my chest; it kind of feels like a weighted blanket
When I sit on the couch after a hard day and it's right there next to me
I remember one time I tried to tell it to leave
But all I heard was "maybe another time"
So now it's here
And I sort of find it comforting
At least I'm not that lonely.