I don't know where this depression is headed
And I don't know where it came from, just that I dread it
It's been a very long time since it last hit this hard, I don't even want to fight
The darkness of it envelops me, and I just let it, apathetic at my plight

If it's a he, there's no doubt he's pissed
If it's a teenager, I'm on it's death wish list
If it's a book, it's all been written and better before
If it's a movie, it's obvious to all what's in store

I don't know what "it" is, I just know that it's draining me
And I don't know why it's so much easier to understand than understanding being happy
It's more familiar and comes to me in less then a moment's notice
Striking repeatedly to the point of numbness like a well-trained fist

If it's a thought, it didn't have a backup notion
If it's a body of water, it's shallow but as far-reaching as the ocean
If it's a bully, it's relentless in the pursuit of my crying will's lunch money
If it's a geek, it's about to take vengeance like the Columbine history

It is depression without the normal anger to give me strength to fight it
Where normally I would be raging like an untamed beast, right now, I don't give a shit
I'm writing this poem without caring about your opinion, just as a last resort
Or, like Pink Floyd, you just caught me at a bad time, while I'm holding my own court

-David "Dingo" Bleecher