The obsession
With depression
Is really a lesson

Lonely, sorrow, and hurt
Your brain is anything but alert
Nothing but a dead concert

No one understands
They reach with clenched hands
Merely making the wide hole expand

You fall deep down
You feel yourself drown
Left in a ghost town

Before you go to say,
Ask yourself, "Is this okay?"
Because the words you speak,
They will obey.