Depression Took Him somewhere to a place were his thoughts lived and spoke the truth.
Locked away in A Dark and lonely room, with no windows to look out at the lovely sight of the only full moon.
The Heart Beat of the Earth starts to show it’s rainbow, hiding with Fairies and pixie dust, when magic is created a life is born.
Sweet Smiles and cold Tears till we die, only the memory keeps ones name alive, you Pop a Pill when you have a head ache, I pop a pill to Keep me Sane.
See this brain can not think for it’s self it needs some help, it’s Trapped in a word of Depression all by its self.
Doctors and Therapists try to figure it out, but the deeper they go the more this Depression comes out.
Is it time to give up or should I stand up and shout, take this situation and create it into a laugh that’s so loud.
Depletion took him somewhere were he would never feel proud.