The deep, deep pit is black and dark,
my depression has definitely left its mark;
now I’m not writing anymore
I’ve become one lazy, sad, bad bore.

My reversal is sadly out of my control,
I’m in the darkest depression inside my soul:
I need all the friends I’ve got on the net
so I don’t fall deeper, and no longer fret.

Rapid mood swings are now part of me,
one day up, one day down, it’s like that you see,
when I’d down I’m depressed like you’d not understand:
I know depression like the back of my hand.

There’s that feeling of numbness, a weight so heavy
I can’t keep control, my hands are not steady:
I look to my friends on this site for peace:
think kindly of me as a new life I lease.