Withering in like a cold scaly snake, it sinks its sharp teeth in.
All happiness that was once there, you may never see again.
You smile one day, cry the next two.
You may never see the old you.
The person who always had a smile on their face.
The happy bubbly person that died away.
Everything is sinking away.
The will to live is not there most days.
You linger around like a lost soul.
With a heart that beats the fiercest cold.
More heartbreaks, problems, and hate.
More crying, screaming, and pain.
Depression is the new obsession.