Depression is the loneliest place.
It is full of awful and terrible frustration.
We hate everything (ourselves as well)
And gone is each idea and sensation.
Depression is being trapped in a dark cave,
And only outside exists light.
All black is everywhere we turn
And there seems no end to it in sight.
Depression is to have a body of lead
That we must carry wherever we go.
And we have no purpose in life at all.
And each day this feeling does grow.
But you must remember that hope does still exist,
No matter how you feel oppressed
So know that the future shall be good
And you may never again feel depressed. (-: