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