There is no phase of depression.
This disease cares not for your label.
An ever-turning knife in your chest,
A whispered name repeated.

The world drips of poison sorrow,
Those with eyes and hearts open
Allow it passage into our veins.

The heart rots and is reborn,
Like a Phoenix's endless cycle.
No end in sight, unless...
The hand stops trembling.
The mouth tastes metal.

Courage to live, or courage to die.
The battle inside tears me in half.

Save me from this prison.