If we're being honest 
Would you tell me how you feel?
Were you a bird that fell from its nest
Trying to escape a world that was real?

You are haunted, aren't you?
I can see it in your eyes, the way you force a smile
The nightmares stalk you, don't they?
They stay, and never seem to go away.

If we're being honest 
Would you ever tell me how you feel?
That your heart, once full of life, is shriveled?
Or that your demons subjugate you, and make you kneel?

You are haunted, isn't that true?
These monsters, this madness, that ravages you
They consume you don't they, and tear you in two?
You feel hollow, like there's nothin you can do

If we're being honest
Would you tell me how you feel?
Or are you being too modest
Thinking you don't need to heal?

You are haunted, without a doubt 
By the shadows and demons that slither about
The kind that roam an ancient wood
The very same that lurk in your mind 
The demons you thought you left behind

As long as we're being honest, that is

Sincerely,

Depression

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