Depression is the most unholy of beasts
On the healthy mind it wrecks havoc and feasts
It's worst in the dark, when alone at night
Making the strongest, give up the fight
It's a silent killer, which is never to blame
Playing with human lives, like a childs game
Eating away at all the best
Memories untill there's nothing left
Leaving behind an empty shell
Stripping us of all, but our minds hell
It's a beast
Causing panic chaos and fear
Confusing us until we are unsure what is real
But i know this is, Because it's a poem
In which my emotions have no role
And so they won't lie
To make it good
Instead it is written as poems always should
As true to the core as it could
Controlling my fears is one more step
But like always it's on a ledge
Will i stay or will i fall
Control of that i have no more
So i stand still
Don't make a move
Waiting for a rescue
Which will never dawn
Im scared of slipping
And scared more of the fall
Come help me i plead
I can't stand this anymore
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