A Letter To Depression

It's been months of torture,
Turning around my heart posture,
Piercing my heart with swords,
Taking my joy with cords,
You're an evil of the season,
Devil's servant of treason,
Enslaving me with no reason,
How am I to assume your damn
Bad intentions on head mine?

Life gave me love,
And a good heart to live,
You crept on me and took
It away with your bike,
You got me from over the ground
To under the silk ground,
Suffocatingly desperate,
How am I to assume your damn
Bad intentions on head mine?

God gave me a treat mother,
She was full of kindness and other
Great things in the world,
Talk of riches and love bold,
You shaved my life bald,
Made sure I'm yours slave,
Walking over my brain sleeve,
How am I to assume your damn
Bad intentions on head mine?

Desperately trying to walk away,
But you just can't let me fly,
Holding me captive,
With tears all over mine face,
Washed and soaked lace,
I'm so broken and dropped
From the balcony high head,
How am I to assume your damn
Bad intentions on head mine?

Walk away from me,
Let mine freedom be,
Free my heart, I wanna smile again,
I want to walk in joy and happiness gain,
You've locked me too long,
My brain is fried, so dry being,
Please, can I go?
How am I to assume your damn
Bad intentions on head mine?