Depression Consumes

She’s inside me,
Trying to escape.
I won’t let her leave,
For this is her fate.

She’s loud and angry,
But nothing compared to I.
For I feel nothing,
So I cannot die.

Poor little girl,
Never did have a chance
To sing that last song,
Or dance that last dance.

In her last breath, she whispered,
“I knew I couldn't win.”
But I doubt she realized
How right she had been.
I spent years and years
Breaking the girl down,
Until there was nothing left,
But a small, broken frown.

It was so damn easy
To warp her fragile mind.
I took all her happiness,
And left sadness behind.