I wish to believe, That I will heal.
Get over my **** depression, Maybe some joy I will feel.
But, good things come, And I temporarily feel great.
But then it's quickly gone, There goes my peaceful state.
Sometimes life gets brighter, I begin to rise from my hell.
But inevitably the fire reaches, And drags me back to its dwell.
So should I even bother, To fight the monster called depression.
When it will always be there, Continue being my minds obsession.