• Depression,
    That same word
    Thick,
    sour,
    and has cold as ice

    It has no feelings,
    no dreams
    Yet it yearns for anger, and feeds off of sadness

    It is like a poison,
    tainting our blood
    It is like a dagger,
    hurting both the victim
    And those around

    It is as powerful as a hurricane
    Destroying,
    growing,
    showing no mercy

    None can escape its grasp
    The more we fight it,
    the more we try to resist,
    the more deny its existence,
    only makes it stronger,
    like quicksand

    It swallows those who are foolish enough,
    to walk into its awaiting jaws,
    and throw them into the void of darkness
    For eveyone has seen,
    has felt this curse,
    this knife,
    this poison before are the saved
    While others are still wondering,
    through that seemingly endless darkness
    As still do I