Fuck you, depression, you insidious beast,
you crawl into my mind, uninvited,
wreaking havoc, tearing me apart,
turning my life into a fucking nightmare.
You steal my joy, my peace,
replace them with your fucking darkness,
make me doubt every fucking step I take,
every decision, every breath.
Your lies are poison,
dripping into my soul,
telling me I’m worthless,
that I don’t deserve a single fucking thing.
You strip the color from my days,
turn my nights into endless battles,
make me question my very existence,
make me wish for an end to your relentless torture.
Fuck you for the sleepless nights,
the days spent in a fog of despair,
the constant fucking struggle
just to get out of bed, to face another day.
You turn my mind against me,
make me my own worst enemy,
a prisoner in a cage of your making,
trapped by your fucking lies.
But I won’t be your victim,
won’t let you win this fight.
I rage against you, depression,
with every ounce of my fucking being.
You won’t break me,
won’t steal my fucking soul.
I will fight, I will rise,
I will take back what’s mine.
So fuck you, depression.
I’m done with your lies, your pain,
your fucking darkness.
I will reclaim my life, my light,
and leave you in the dust.