Depression, it cuts me like a knife
The kind to cut steak and bone
Rejection, like a constant reminder
Of my biggest mistakes in life.
Misery and sadness, go hand in hand to
Become my main feelings in this painful attack.
Fear, said to make one 'sick',
Anger, said to make one hurt
And many more to fill in what the others haven't
Every so often at night, they come
And destroy my emotions and my outlook on life.
The worst thing I feel when this happens
Is the fact that I don't want to tell a soul
About my problems, my pain, my demons