A Story Of My 'true Friendship'. Poem by Dear Diary

Only one most beautiful,
Or democratic relationship.
Are always present in the World
Which is our true friendship.

When i wrote this,
From my heart.
Suddenly, my brain said.
Are you serious shaziya?
You are trying to take
Some imaginary depression.

I refused my brain thoughts
And my heart replied to brain.

I love to live in depressed world.
I love to live in imaginary,
Or my prestigious old memoir world.
Which is made with my friend.
Her habitual ignoring encourage me to make,
My own depressed utopic world.

Thanks my dear,
For this priceless gift.

Then, brain after listening these lines,
He feel jealous from my true friendship.
So, he suddenly died, i also.

But, my heart was beating,
Not with the help of oxygen.
It was beating by my friend's name.