The Depression Ball

There comes a great darkness A time full of sad And nothing makes sense And the world spins round mad. I sit all alone In my world full of dark And the madness it spins And my outlook is stark. The more that it spins Is the more that I fall Then I twist and I turn As my world becomes dull. And it hurts and I'm scared As I feel nothing at all Except the dark grey sadness Of the depression ball. I hear all the voices They scream in my head You are worthless and nothing You're better off dead. I fight and I struggle To keep it at bay Every moment becomes darker As the night ends my day. I slowly slip down Into the dark world of mad And I let it take over The darkness and the sad.