What game are we about to play?

hello, my best friend depression

are you here to spread through me quicker than an infection?

i wonder what you have planned for us today…

what game are we about to play?

going trick me so i am in my bed chained?

convince me even though there is sun it has rained?

forget to water me? i am a flower

this is the tenth day you will not let me shower

will you get me so upset

and then hide my cigarettes?

will you ask me to paint my future on a blank canvas?

then ruin it with your splashes of blackness?

will you tell me to forget about all of my hopes and dreams?

will you make my mood swings drift from bad to extreme?

i still do not know how you are still my friend

i guess it is because of all the time together we spend

you make me feel so so low

but from a baby to now, you have watched me grow

it comes with a huge cost

but without you, i would be lost