Depression is the singer
Singing lullaby’s to me
Early in the morning.
Depression is the band
Living next door,
Practicing late at night,
Keeping me awake
With the beats of a drum.
Depression is the love song
I think about
when I think of you.
Depression makes the music,
That I hold dear to me,
Into the banging of a gong
That never stops ringing.
Depression is the storm
Late at night,
That no one can see.
For they sleep peacefully
In the warmth of their sheets.
While I slowly die of the cold.
Depression is the tsunami
That destroys everything I love.
It carries my hopes away,
On a stream
That leads off a cliff.
I can’t retrieve my sanity.
And sadly I think,
Depression will **** me.
