Depression
You feel it in the pit of your stomach
A dread that you can't comprehend
Heavy and dark and foreboding
Like you just want the world to end
It comes at you out of nowhere
To steal your hope and your joy
Heavy and dark and foreboding
Like stealing a child's favourite toy
Everything seems overwealming
Getting out of bed is a chore
Heavy and dark and foreboding
Like an apple, rotten at its core
You know that life could feel better
But you just can't figure out how
Heavy and dark and foreboding
Like happiness can't happen now
Inside of your head you are screaming
But from your mouth there's no word
Heavy and dark and foreboding
Like the taunt of a cruel mockingbird
So for now you wait in the darkness
Trapped in your minds cocoon
Heavy and dark and foreboding
Like a prisioner locked in a tomb
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