I’m the prey to my depression, living through this hell.
I feel you hunting me and I’m not doing very well.
I feel your eyes burning into me as your black shadow engulfs me.
I’m captured and you’ve locked me in the prison called my mind,
circling around me time after time.
I’m trying to escape, tears racing down my face only to be hit by numbness as I’m losing the race.
Your claws cut at my skin as the the bleeding begins and I’m getting weak, the outcome looks bleak.