My depression seeps down deep within,
eating my happiness, leaving me weak and thin.
A monster of despair curls up deep inside,
biting, clawing, scratching at my mind.

Despair spreads its wings around me,
no matter how hard I try its grasp I cannot flee.
I feel like a zombie walking through life alone,
mindless, lifeless, as if I were a drone.

This is how it feels when you're bent and broken,
this is how it feels when control of your life has been stolen.
I relinquished my life’s control,
I let depression drive my soul.

I have to persevere through the storm,
in me despair will not call home.
I won't give up or myself to be consumed,
because giving in will only leave me doomed.

I will never run, I will never hide,
I will take my problems in stride.
I’m not giving up tonight,
I will never give up this fight.

Depression can’t keep its chains on me,
because I have chosen to break free.
This is how it feels when you take your life back,
this is how it feels when you escape the attack.