Take my hand,
Pull me down,
Into this dark quicksand,
Deep enough that I drown.
My thoughts are heavy,
My eyes are tired,
I think I'm ready,
But you are not what I have desired.
I have fought you for a long while,
But I cannot win,
I cannot smile,
I am not as happy as I have always been.
You are my worst nightmare,
Please be gentle and slow,
I can't find happiness anywhere,
So take me under your wing like a dark crow.
Depression is your distasteful name,
You have completely won,
It's such a terrible shame,
But it's hard to change what's been done.
