I wrote this when feeling really depressed. I'm not sure if it's about me or the idea of depression. depression what you never wanted has become reality. the dark black hole has swallowed you, and you can’t get out. you’re running from help, dodging reality. and all the time, you wish it were gone. you sit alone, not wanting to move. you avoid your friends and family. you cry a lot, for the end of innocence. you wonder why it was you and not somebody else. the thing is, you’re not alone. the mother the brother the father the sister the aunt the uncle the friend the teacher the son the daughter they all understand, and they all suffer. they are all like you, you’re not alone.