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Depression
It sneaks into your life and acts like your friend,
but your will it will bend.
It has no end game,
all it brings is shame.
Makes you begin to hate,
you will eventually meet your fate.
Depression is a lie.
Depression is a ply.
Depression is sick.
Depression is slick.
It crawls to the surface,
to destroy is its purpose.
Away with your friendships,
devours all of your relationships.
Its face is ugly and black,
at your soul it will hack.
It wears a bloody smile,
as it makes you swim the Nile.
Depression is a darkness.
Depression is heartless.
Depression is a beast.
Depression won't rest, 'til you breath hath ceased.
