Analysis of Depression

The shadow that weighs apon my heart
Is as heavy as can be
The toll it takes is unbarable
My only wish, is to be free

From the tourchers that claim my soul
My mind has lost it's place
The medication that I take
Should not given, to the human race

Now I think I've lost my will
And death can bring me proof
Of the sycotic side of me
Or am I the cowerd,
 That will always stay aloof