Depression is a swallowing plague,
It’s got me tied up in a bag,
Receiving its sweet kisses,
None of which misses,
She’s the on that holds the knife,
The one that wants to end my life.
This is not my fault,
I was pushed in her dark vault,
Every scar on my arm,
was her causing me harm.
Every pill or amount of weed,
Was all her need.
I tried to refuse,
All I received was abuse.
She would cloud my vision,
With terrible memorization.
Bring me back to the past,
Where no happiness would last.
Stare at me and laugh,
As I sit in a nightmare bath.
Swimming and trying to find an escape,
I need a hero and not one with a cape.
Someone to bring the light,
And help me win this fight.