Dark Dog

depression is the dark dog at the end of my bed

i would like my life back, i say to it

i think that you should go away, i persist

for you have ruined so much.

it rears its head

you've ruined everything, i say again

this is my mind and you do not belong here,

you have made me ill

you make my life seem heavy

you make me do things that i hate

but what are you without me? it says