Depression.
Depression is the thing staring down on you from above.
Never blink.
Like a never-ending staring contest with your mind.
Watching, Waiting for the right time.
Filling you up with anxiety and sadness.
A locked door.
The only way to unlock it is the key.
The key to the light outside the darkened room.
The room that stands alone.
Trapping souls one by one.
Until they disappear.
By one snap of your fingers.
It all goes away.
Gone
Gone
Gone