depression dwells beyond the depths of any other drowning emotion

encasing your soul inside an old empty house with only one window pane

and through this window you see your former self, your happiness, your soul, your devotion

but this former self is out of reach, and the sadness has already stained

your dark thoughts escape and make themselves known

weighing you down like gravel

she slithers in your eardum and gently whispers

stick around, dear, there is much more to unravel

- l.f.