Depression, my old foe We meet here once again You and I both know There's only one way this can end Do not think I've forgotten What you have done in the past And now, your stench is rotten Like poisonous tear gas You're an awful, ugly creature And yet, you're romanticized But I see your true features And I won't believe your lies You have bested me before Left me lying on the floor And still, you wanted more So you crushed my very core I was broken, ****** and sore But you will torment me no more For I have a secret weapon, And it's called artistic expression, For all this pain that I have kept in You're growing weaker, oh depression And through this ink, I bleed Release my insecurities Along with all my pain and sorrow That I may live to see tomorrow
Many people embrace their depression, even romanticize it. I am here to tell you that depression is not your friend. It is your enemy. It is the enemy of you and all that love you.