Depression is Dark Grey

The world is seen through
The eyes of a child
Whose life has been taken
By the dark gray Depression
The sound of Depression
Is a child's falling tears
Depression has the scent
Of blood still stuck to a child's old blade
Depression feels as though,
All of a child's hope, joy, and happiness
Is being stolen from the heart.
Depressions taste,
It leaves the mouth dry and bitter
Until the child can no longer speak
Depression looks,
Just like a child
All alone in this world
Sitting in a room
Tears falling to the ground
Blood flowing from a vein
A shell left empty
With no voice to ask for help