Slowly and syrupy, sticky and thick,
Quick as a viper, sweetly toxic and sick.
Dancing and deadly and lurking around,
Always all at once or nowhere to be found.
Quicksand and a thirst begging to be quenched,
It’s all over your brain and your world doesn’t make sense.
It sits on your chest and pours out your eyes,
Your friends become enemies and truths become lies.
God grows dim and the devil grows loud,
Yelling in your ears until your head starts to pound.
Please make it stop, I didn’t ask for this,
This tornado of torment, this chemically-inbalanced kiss.
Your world is on a switch and the happy turns off,
Instead of shining and smiling, your soul starts to cough.
Cringing and cold and cuddled in fear,
You pray for a day that the end comes near.
Not the end of this, just the end overall.
Just so this forever-feeling will stall.
The stars become car headlights and you think to run,
In front of them in hopes this life will be done.
But instead you go to bed and pray for a day
You don’t have to cry yourself to sleep and this all goes away.
You scream in your dreams, you drown in the light,
You’re not safe in the sun or alone at night.
Depression *****, it really ******* *****,
Some happy ******* have all the luck.