The other thing about depression, it binds the soul in chains
it warps the fabric of our days and shatters all that remains.
Time, once a steady river, now collapses in despair
as every moment blends together, caught in a suffocating snare.
Within this twisted maze, we search for rays of light
trying to recall the things that once brought us delight.
But our weary minds, burdened by the weight we bear
slowly erase each memory, leaving us in a desolate lair.
Gone are the days of laughter, the moments filled with glee
replaced by a void of emptiness, a barren sight to see.
And as we navigate this darkness, we ponder life's cruel game
it seems that all we've known is this relentless, haunting flame.
The future looms before us, an endless stretch of gloom
we fear it holds no respite, no chance for our hearts to bloom.
With each passing day, we trudge through the treacherous abyss
surviving, not healing, our constant, daunting nemesis.
So in the end, it's not just about finding solace in a confession
it's about resilience, tenacity, and the daily survival session.
For depression's grip is fierce, its weight hard to release
and every sunrise brings a battle, a relentless inner peace.
No, it's not a simple journey of healing and complete redemption
but a constant uphill struggle, a fight against this affliction.
Each day becomes a battleground, where strength is tested anew
and the victory lies in simply making it through.
