It's happening again
The depression comes creeping back
I stay quiet
While feeling as if I'm under attack
An inner voice
It's haunting me
So dark and fowl
But I can't break free
It tells me I'm stupid
And worthless to all
It tells me I'm nothing
And that I'll be my own downfall
It points out every blemish
And flaw upon my skin
It agrees with the demons
That torment me within
And now I'm drowning
Though I am on dry land
There's no one to save me
Or to lend a helping hand
I can't break free
It's as if there are shackles
Upon my wrists
Holding me down
Though I try to resist
The depression holds me
Unlike any other
It holds me tight
Like the embrace of a lover