Depression's Puppeteer

The strings, they pull and tug on my soul
I'm a puppet, under Depression's control

Days feel like weeks, weeks become years

As this puppeteer brings on the tears

I long for happiness, to feel alive

But Depression's hold is too strong to survive

It whispers lies, it feeds on pain

And leaves me feeling empty again

I try to break free, to cut the strings

But Depression's grip just tightens and stings

It's a vicious cycle, I cannot escape

As this puppeteer continues to shape

My thoughts, my feelings, my very being

All at the mercy of Depression, all seeing

I long for hope, for a ray of light

But Depression's hold is a never-ending fight

So I stand here, a puppet on strings

A marionette of Depression's doing

Wishing and hoping for the strength to break free

From this puppeteer who controls me.