Depression is a game, you are forced to play
Its never going to end, just ring around the rosie
Its, another time around the board

It affects everything,

Trying to see the good, the positive, and the optimistic, or the inspirational
Makes you feel worse, and tears start to swell against your eyelids

Trying to escape depression is a never ending fight against these feelings you can not seem to surpass, it becomes you, it destroys you

And,

Then,

It becomes you