[+Depression-]

It's a game
Not one I appreciate playing.
Every day it's exactly the same
It's staying.

Endless headaches every day
Not moving from this seat.
No,
I'm not okay
I'm running on a dead-end street.

Sulking day after day
Same thing, no change.
The rules are something I must obey
In order for all of this to rearrange.

Sleeping through each night
Praying it'll all just disappear...
But not many times does this happen in spite
Of this thing called fear.

Depression

It's my obsession