Grab It

Despite what the title says it's about depression.

 

 

If depression were a colour, it would be twelve shades of blue. Perhaps a hint of purple, and an angry reddish hue. If depression were a dreamscape, it would be of bleak despair, Your insides turn themselves to stone, you soon forget to care. If depression were a picture it would be a dragons lair, A hollow, stinking cave, you'd be the only person there. The bones of previous victims, will crunch beneath your feet. They represent your happy thoughts, but they've been picked clean of meat. Depression is the savage beast who consumes your every thought.  you're sick to death of his control, you wish you could abort. One day I may just catch him when he's on his way to me, I'll squeeze his balls until he falls and you'll finally be free.

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[Beatrice Mars]

wow, i really like this....i think you've got depression summed up pretty much.....