Depression is a horrible thing.
It makes your mind race & ears ring.
Your thoughts are all jumbled, you don’t know what’s right & you sleep all day coz you’re sat up all night.
It’s claws dig in & once it’s got hold, it turns your heart to stone & your soul cold.
You want to shake it, you want to be warm; You want to be happy & see the end of the storm.
But there’s no light; no hope in sight – & that’s how the black dog wins the fight
Mush's Musings 