Deep Pressed In Depresion

What am I but a blur...
drunk in worry surely dirty filthy sure...excuse me I'd like to have a word with you ! My name is depression and I am a weapon of ill intensions, and here is my message, I WANT CONTROL ! To fool the foe the fuel of few that know it's feud as food I owe
betrothed bestowed below your soul. Don't you want to be whole ?or stuck in a hole...I didn't think so. How do I rid you i bid you did you pin to my influence ? I shun you . I shall rule my value in this battle I have to !