I have a friend, but sometime’s it’s an enemy
sometimes she helps me think,
at other times she helps me cry.
One day happiness
The next sorrow
One day sun
the next- a storm of hate
she comes and she goes.
there is no control
the drugs don’t keep her at bay
she wins hearts and she loses them
she shows love,
then manipulates
in my head there is only room for one.
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