No aid for the depressed.

In this depression
I find self obsession
But Ill make the confession
in quick succession

I know this isn't right
admitting it gives me no aid
Though I find the light
Quickly it will fade

I've allowed myself too long
I can feel my skin decay
No longer dance or song
can find it's happy way

I'll stop seeing
as my heart's fleeing
my music stops being
my love needs freeing