Ah, depression,
My old friend.
I guess the time has come,
To see you again.
But you\'re an unwanted guest,
Like a burglar in the dark.
You\'re the monster under my bed, as frightening
As an approaching shark.
The lifeless, bony hands
Gripping and grasping,
Fingers around my throat.
You were never in my plans.
Depression, a sadistic being
You watch me thrash and gasp for air.
I beg for mercy, pleading, \"Let me go,\"
Instead, you undress me and leave me bare.
Vulnerable. Naked. Hopeless.
I accept what\'s ahead.
Besides, who can fight back
When you can barely pull yourself from bed?
I give up, give in, let you take control
I leave myself exposed
In the darkness
And let you break and consume my soul.
You don\'t let me talk or move,
Especially to cry for help.
You paralyze me, a nightmare come to life.
I\'m unable to see anything else.
No love. No hate. No loneliness.
An emotionless zombie,
Playing the part for an audience,
Yet invisible on stage.
You have changed me, manipulated me,
But most of all, broken me.
I refuse. I\'m not done yet.
I will break these chains and set myself free.
You always took me so far down.
Rock bottom? I\'ve seen it.
But I will no longer drown.
Finally, you will be the one to submit.
I will chain you, beat you until beg for mercy.
But I know I cannot kill you,
For you are a demon, red-eyed and unearthly.
With you restrained and bloody, I start again anew.
I put up a good fight,
Removing you from the cast.
But I walk always with heart racing and chest tight,
Knowing every round will never be the last.