When depression takes a crippling hold,
With a grip that is icy cold.
Hearts drop to zero below,
Frozen and hard is your soul.
Why the rollercoaster ups and downs,
Without warning or sound.
Silently with stealth it creeps,
Coming to embrace and meet.
Meet wherever you are,
All on the table; never too far.
Hunting you down like its prey,
Until exhausted you lay.
Lay without movement; alone,
Windblown; cold as a stone.
Suffocated and choked,
Like from a cloud of black smoke.
Enveloped in the overwhelming fear,
Tears on the verge; always near.
Please take this illness away,
I’m drowning and I am not okay.
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