This depression has taken its toll Devoured the person I was Its roots spread out to all parts Of my body, mind and soul. Rotting my brain Personality and mood It grows and grows like mold. It has taken plenty of friends Substituted them For voices in my head. Alas I am overcome With pain and sorrows No sound escapes my throat Just a shell Hollow. A castle stripped to its bones Hints of its former glory Crumbling walls and stones No time to tell that story.