The fuzzy feeling that sometimes clouds me,
That whisper of self doubt,
The hole that i've repaired at last, threatens to let go again
Under the pressure of my past,

My heart fills slowly, water rises,
Soon im going under,
And im so scared i wont resurface,
Wont survive all these curses that shadow me right now,

And i thought i had it all planned out,
And i swore that i could manage,
I believed that i could fight the mess,
But again i feel so stranded,

The unwelcome symptons of depression,
Rise and fall and rise once more,
Searching for a day more welcome,
More welcome than the day before.

And i wish i could let go.......
And i wish it wisped away,
Ebbing slowly from my life,
wasting from the rising day,

A lump forms in my heart and soul,
I hug much needed sails from reach,
Bottled anger, cap unscrewed,
A raging hate! A bitter taste,

And silent tears to calm it down,
A heavy sigh, no noise,
The problem shrinks and hides its face,
And im dead scared of its return.....