[Demortis]

well this was for a school assignment,

Depression

Depression is the like the blackest of nights,
It sounds like an alcoholics’ gulp,
It’s the taste of Wild Turkey watered down with tears,
It’s the smell of the alcohol on your breath the next morning,
It looks like the never-ending battle to forget,
It makes me feel like there’s nothing I can do.

Depression is the color of blood.
The sound of a fix being cooked in a metal spoon,
It tastes of a leather belt being tightened around your arm,
It’s the smell of personal carnage of what has become of your life,
It’s you watching your-self stab your-self with a needle to try and end the pain,
It is self-imposed guilt that leads to these actions

Depression is a void, no light, no sound, just emptiness.
It’s the sound of a gun’s hammer being pulled back,
It tastes like finely-oiled metal
It’s the smell of gunpowder
It is watching your-self pull the trigger to end the pain.
It’s knowing that everything, the pain, agony, anguish will all end.


Depression is anger without enthusiasm.