Depression, a nightmare I can’t escape from.
Depression a killer I can’t get free from.
I can never wake up from depression. It covers me, surrounds me.
It follows me.
I wait to be freed but depression never leaves. It’s a coffin full of sorrow.
A shadow waiting for sorrow.
It takes the innocent, it takes the free. I was just a little girl laughing, innocent and sweet. Depression made me a demon. It made me sad and dead. Whispering “They hate you” Inside my head. Depression, the killer of my dreams.
Depression the murderer of happiness.
The shadow of shadows.
Why take the innocent? Why take the free?
I cry every night.
They think i’m crazy.
The demons give me pills.. “They’ll help” They say. I take them over and over.
You can’t kill the demon, the shadow, the sadness.
A pill. A small object. Why can’t people help put a small pill can?
“It’s not that bad.” They say “I have it worse!” Does it matter? I still hurt. I still cry. Voices whisper in my head “They hate you, they hate you” over again and again The path i’m on might lead to death.
The feelings I have might hide but I still cry.
Why the sadness? Why the pain? Depression is this a game?
In school i’m ashamed of who you made me, a demon of sadness.
Just die already I hate you depression. You make me sad. You make me cry. I look at your shadow. Your black coffin.
I won’t surrender to your death. Your shadow is of death and darkness. I just want a shadow of life and happiness.
Let go of me. Leave me alone. For you’re the reason you lead me to go. You left me for dead. You killed my head. Now it’s time to kill you instead..