A depression so deep it finds a way into the Soul,
and travels through every pore of your Heart.
A depression so large it encompasses every bit
of your Reality,
and leaves Reality a cloudy memory.

A depression so dense it compresses every will
you once had,
and bows you down to accept it as it's own.
A depression so devious it takes you piece by piece,
and consumes each piece day by day.

A depression so truly disheartening,
and leaves you no other emotions.
A depression so dangerous,
and kills,
everything,
inside of you.

Darrel Kincaid