A Lonesome Cry fill the night,
A lone girl sat alone filled with nothing but fright,
Her mind running from a monster only she could know,
No matter how fast she ran she felt so slow.
This thing that never Slept,
This thing that never Eats,
It haunts her during the day,
She's tried everything to make it go away.
Nothing slows this Creature down,
Dragging her into the dark where she feels like she's going to drown.
This being she knows all too well,
Ever since that day...ever since she fell.
This miserable thing that fills her with Self Loathing, and Hate,
She can do nothing against - nothing but wait.
It's name is known to many as an illness,
But the name it's called wasn't born from silliness...
After all:
Depression is no joke