Deep down under

Its dark its cold theres no one everywhere i go.

each days a different hole its like im not whole 

feeling all alone like a lost boy with no place

to call home.

Depression starts to sink in 

i feel the walls about to close in on me help me

i cant breath this isnt where i should even be 

in here's a prison i get out i can't even be risen.

From death of a drug called its called depression 

so i took the help from a friend and his name is 

expression. take his advice and express yourself 

so longer have to ask yourself is it that depression

who reall has the belt.