Depression is in you,
Lingering inside you, waiting, haunting, taunting
Waiting for that one trigger, a bad grade perhaps and then it comes
Launching itself at your soul.
Consuming hope, letting your anger and confusion grow.
Letting the frustration in you boil, fogging your view, stopping your reasoning
B-breaking your soul, shattering your body, destroying you.
Leaving you scars, the touches anger rubbing off on your family and friends.
Depression uses you.
Makes you feel lies, sense abuse, see in black.
Leaves your family pondering over you, over your seemingly helpless soul
But no matter how much they will hear you, they will never comprehend why there is so much anger inside you
Depression makes you scream, yell.
Makes you make failures, see your failures, feel your failures.
Until you are a failure.
Depression is you.
You are the bad
You are the prisoner
You are the anorexic
You are the slitter, the cutter
You are the suicidal
You are the murderer, the drug addict.
You are, you are, you are.
You are the overweight, the under achiever
You are the one who has no friends
You are,
You are the depressive.
Depression is an illness, but what it does to you is a crime.