If depression were a colour, it would be twelve shades of blue.
Perhaps a hint of purple and black, and an angry reddish hue.
If depression were a feeling, it would be of mortal despair.
Your insides turn themselves to stone, I soon forget to care.
If depression were a picture it would be a dragons lair,
A hollow, stinking cave, I'd be the only person there.
Depression is the savage beast who consumes my every thought.
Im sick to death of his control, I wish I could abort.
One day I may just catch him when he's on his way to me,
I'll squeeze his balls until he falls and finally be free