Depression eats my soul like a snail eats algae,
slowly consuming and withering it away with time.
I want to crawl into a hole and burry myself in it.
I don't want to talk to anyone for fear my depression will be as a virus and infect those I love.
So i hide myself away in my room all alone.
A fate I fear that will always be the end result in my life.
To always be lost and forever alone.