Depression
The fault of your depression
Is yourself mind
The guilty of your depression
Is yourself

Depressive people
Are fault of theirs
Depressive condition
They like depression
They want to be depression
They think depression is good
They want crutches
Something or somebody
Where can rest yours bodies
Where can rest your life

Depressions people
They need to jump from a window
Everyday on the midnight
And they want that there is some rest
To save them

Depressives people
They say that like the shadow
They say to be gothic people
They want to be keep for someone
They want to do this person
Your property forever

When they have this people
Each of them don’t be content
With all attention...
Because all people attention don’t be enough
Depressive people want your life and a fell more
Depressive people want to suck your vitality
When they are with who they wanted
They want to make this people be depressive too
They like depression more and more
And they like (depression) more than people-crutch
They like (depression) more than themselfes

Depressive people
I can’t understand them
I was like them someday
I can’t understand what I was like this
I’ve forgot what I was
I’ve made other person
Inside myself
With ruins of what I was someday
I’m loathingly with depressive people
I’ve wanted to be so far from this people
I’ve wanted to make a new world
Where depressive people couldn’t live
Where depressive people would like to die
Or would like don’t be depressive
I would like to live in a world
Where always all the people have a truth life.

I’ve wanted to kill depressive people…
I already killed what I was
I already ruin what I was…
But I don’t think that I could forget
Because if I forget I’ll kill my angry of depressive people
And my angry is the way that I have for don’t be depressive.