The Dark Side

Dear Mr. Darkside,

I was once a happy guy.

Everything was on a high.

Things were great

Then you came and brought hate.

Made me think I was a failure

Made me feel there was no saviour.

I thought I could fight

But all I did was cry at night.

You came with death.

You came to opress.

You stayed in my head

And made me feel like being dead.

I tried to receive help

And tell people how I felt.

I started to feel better

And became more of a go-getter.

Then you came back 

So I had a lack.

I greeted you like an old friend

And wondered would you be here until the end Mr. Depression?