Depression

Like returning home from battle it the hearth that's waiting there Or coming home from a high class party slipping back to those sweatpants you wear Its a never ceasing fire unquenchable burning in your mind You can escape it for a moment But you'll be back in time It functions as a lover or your mother's comforting arms Enclosed within their safety you don't notice the harm Cuts are covered by make-up track-marks disguised with ease and if you love the pain you're feeling hiding bruises is a breeze So swear that you're escape it leave the sheltering embrace but hard as you try, fast as you run You cannot win this race,