You hear a growl behind you
Oh no, not again
It’s that horrible thing
It’s about to begin

You run away, screaming
“Please don’t take me!”
But it’s too late
It’s on a ****** spree

It claws at your clothes
Trying to slow you
But you carry on
Determined to get through

You trip and stagger
No, you weren’t going down
Your determination fuels you
You were not going to drown

It seems like an hour
But in reality it’s been a year
A year, you’ve been in Hell
A year, you’ve lived in fear

Perhaps the monster will spare you
Let you free for a while
So you could walk around
With an actual real smile

But until then
You will wander
Helplessly
And ponder, selflessly

Why can’t people help?
Why can’t people question?
Will someone ever find
The cure to depression?