I’m slowly going back to that dark place,
I thought I’ve already passed this phase,
My thoughts have increased their pace,
Negativity has found a home inside my brain,
I’m hearing voices yelling once again,

I thought I was doing great,
I wonder how this sadness came,
And sometimes I stargaze,
Wondering how happiness & I split ways,
Will I ever regain the taste of joy?
Or will I remain as a depression toy?
I thought I was doing great,
I so wish someone could cure this ache,
I hope someday these chains will break.