Depression

It does not affect the heart
It affects the mind
It's dangerous when it takes part
It's like consuming poisoned wine
Horrible memories will come back
It will sit on a shelf, similar to a rack
When you start to patronize
Your Friends soon realize
You are dead in the inside
Life is nothing but a lie
Sooner or later they think you will die
Because you are dead in the inside
People will think your a walking corpse
Because you look pale
And your not doing well
As a walking corpse I'm looking for my grave
Because unfortunately I could never be saved
I'm sitting alone by myself in my mind
And I keep on drinking this poisoned wine
let this be a lesson
it is called depression