I open my curtains to find a gray painted sky crying on my window
A knock on my door will steal my attention
The depression wants me to come out and play
But first, i don’t feel like playing today
Secondly depression only plays what he wants to play
These games so intriguing i surely will get sucked in
Riddles and rhymes my mind struggles to decode
He runs around making a mess i know he’ll leave for me to clean
He plays these games that trigger my demons
They break down walls and trash my soul
wait, i never said you could open that.
these things shouldn’t be out playing in my brain,
I’m too frustrated to gather them all up and try to calm them down
I don’t know what’s about to happen.
Back towards my opened door i see a beautiful glimmer of light begging for my body to come clean.
Finally i can shut the door
Playtime is over
The damage is done and i swear I’ll come to clean it all up tomorrow.