My depression is like a song.
I once stayed up till the early morning to listen to the demons.
Their voice was so beautiful.
I remember bobbing my head to my heart beat, wondering if this time it would stop.
But after a while I could no longer listen because the thought of it made me weak.
So I found a new melody.
And for a while it made me feel better.
But now my taste has changed.
And I'm singing along to the demons
I don't remember why I ever quit.
