Depression Grows Like A ****,
It Attacks What You Need,
Creating Feelings Of Anxiety,
Or Cavernous Spaces Sitting Quietly.

It's The Soul Crushing Pit,
Tartarus Has Nothing On It,
Beyond The Depths Of ****,
Worse Than What Was Writ.

How Like A Leaf In The Wind Did Some Flow,
Others Like Lead In A Lake They Won't Grow,
Who Didn't Grieve When The Inner Youth Died,
How Did You Know I Was Blunted Inside?

How Can I Breath When I Feel Like Its Stolen,
How Can I Stand When My Ankles Are Swollen,
Burnt Down To The Wick But I'm Never Off Sick,
I Never Break Even & I'll Never Brick.

I Should Decide If I Should Be Revived,
A Broken Part Of Me This Shell Is Derived,
Recoveries Road But I Didn't Drive.
I Woke Up But I Didn't Survive.