The feeling that makes you feel numb,
It's makes you not care anymore,
Most times all you want to do is lie
on floor,
Just cry all day long,
It takes away your joy,
It's makes you wish you where happy,
When you're happy it's makes you wish you're sad,
Depression plays with your feelings,
It makes you miserable within,
It's cages you up in your head,
It's leaves you there alone without any help,
It's makes you pray for death,
Then it plays the tune of suicide so you can hear,
Depression is a terrible friend,
It's plays aloud your fears,
It's makes you scared,
it's makes you run from people who care,
It's slowly increases the volume of suicide in your head,
It's makes you lock your self up in the dark all day,
It's gives you a pen to write to your loves one's,
Then it puts a gun in your hand,
It's tells you to pull the trigger,
You pull it,
Blood everywhere on the wall,
Spelling out "Depression has won".
RIP Chester,
you should have fought the demons better,
But it's too late now,
Depression won the battle.
©deryl
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