Depression (in progress)

Lost in this place of sadness
consumed by complete madness

all i asked to be
was to be free
but thats up to me
because I'm under my own shackle and key

I'm a lost soul with no hope
trying to figure a way to cope

with the depression that consumes
and in the end completely dooms

me to this world, thats so black, and cold
i quiet fighting like i was told

i tell myself this isn't my fault
i tell myself its all because of me
why do you refuse to see
the war going on inside me