Depression

Yes, Depression is a vulture

That will make anyone its prey.

There is no one who deserves it,

And there is no one to blame.

And when the darkness comes

With its all-consuming power,

It slowly takes my soul

Hour by dreadful hour.

I know there's been many

Who've had it worse than I,

But that doesn't always mean

That I wouldn't say good-bye.

People say I have a lot going for me.

I'm sorry, but I just can't see.

I can't see because my worst enemy

Is not my life but inside of me.

No confidence, no self-esteem.

Everybody else is right.

To speak my mind is to be a fool,

So I just try to "sit tight."

Any one of these problems

Would be a heavy vice,

But when you have them ALL

Living seems like a roll of the dice.