This table

Sitting at this table
Depression setting in
I'm trying to fight it off
But I know that it will win

Why suffer through it all
And worry about everything
Or try to care for someone
And love without meaning

The days are dark
The skies are black
And on the world
I will turn my back

No one will get in
I'll sit alone
I'll put up my walls
I won't answer the phone

My legs will go numb
My hand writing will get bad
Soon I'll drift from everyone
And I'll sit alone sad.

I'll start hearing things
Those aren't really there
Things telling me to die
Telling me no one will care

And I'll start to believe
And I'll want to die
Then I'll think about my son
And I'll begin to cry

I'll cry until someone notices
There's something wrong with me
Until my friends can tell
Then they can calm me and make me see

Make me see that life's not so bad
And that I an make it someday
But eventually I'll feel better
And then they'll go away

Just in time for the cruel cycle
To start all over again
And I'll be at this table
Just waiting for it to begin.