Depression is a demon.
Depression is the bridge to death.
Depression is a succubus.
Depression is a friend. Your light in the dark. Or the dark to the light.
Depression is the killer, us the victim.
We try to be "happy",
But what is happiness?
Why be happy when you could be in the dark?
Depression is a song, we the listener.
Depression. Our way out. Or a way in.
Depression is a knife, slowly stabbing, stabbing.
Until there is nothing left but a hollow husk of a person.
