If Depression was a color,
It would be Black
As Black as a Midnight Sky.
If Depression was a taste
It would be just like Tears.
If Depression was a feeling
It would be as Bad as a Downing But Alive.
If Depression was a smell
It would be Like choking as a Puff of smoke.
If Depression was a sound,
It would be As slient as a The dead of night.

You ask me why I did it
you thought nothing was wrong
you just sit there wondering why
saying that it's all your fault
but it's not your fault
you did nothing wrong
you didn't know what was going on
you noticed I was different
but you thought nothing of it
you thought it was just a phase
but I tell you it wasn't
i had no one
they all left me
so now I'm gone