The burden of this depression.
Could feel like the pressure of the deep sea.
Could make your loneliness thrive and grow.
It could take what you thought could never be taken.
It could make you cry and feel broken.
It could take what little peace you have.
It could highlight the darkness when in light.
It could even force one's hand.
The burden and pain of depression.
It's something that feels unassailable.
It destroys and takes.
It lights the match, burns, and laughs.
It turns a nice joy to nothing but rain.
A nice sunshine to a frown.
It can break the strongest who seem to never fall.
It can provide an unknown weapon to some.
It can claw and kick, even break your emotions.
It can take what you held dear.
It can hurt like the greatest pains.
Then laugh move on and walk away.
It can make those who stand tall cower.
It can give the monsters in your heart nightmares of their own.
It can steal and lie even cheat.
It can reach and claw to the top.
But the one thing it will never take.
Is the heart burning and beating in my chest.
It can cloud it with darkness.
But the true light is there.
It can cloud my judgement, and cast fear.
But the one thing that is always mine.
That of which it'll never ever be able to have.
Is my hope for a better tomorrow.
My knowing that even rain will end.
That the clouds will part to show the sun.
That no matter what, I'll stand tall.
And when it tries to knock me down.
I have the one who will catch me with her smile.
Because she not depression holds the key to unlock my heart.
