It's a name we dare not say aloud
It's not one thing, it's many
It flows through endless shapes and forms
And leaves its victims empty.

It's a wrecking ball to your wall of strength
A thief that steals your will to play
An arsonist that burns your smile
A pirate who steers your thoughts astray

It grows as you falter:
An malignant weight upon your chest
A cloud of dark emotions above
An storm of feelings you can't suppress

It's a silent creeping predator,
that dwells inside your brain
And all attempts to tame or shoo
Always ends in vain

It sits on the throne of lies, which you naively believe
Its a famished beast that only feeds on your insecurities

Its an echoing voice in your head
A constant nag saying you're wrong ,
Insistently pointing to the flaws
that you have known all along

It's a leech that ***** away, till you are a shadow of your former self,
Just enough to be recognized,
Not enough to call for help

It's not one thing, It's many.
It's so much more than just 'being sad'
You say it again and again,
But can anyone really understand?