Your depression is contagious
It's catching
It's outrageous
It leaves me in my cages and with nothing else to do
It's not so much the drinking
Or the yelling
Or the screaming
It's the fog inside the quiet that you never see me through
Through ears of guilt you hear me
But not the message clearly
I love you
You matter
But I should matter too
This disease that consumes you
Traps me in the room too
Yet if I mention
If I say so
You retreat into your gloom
You have your habit and your treatment
You have support
And your demons
But my life is nonexistent ‘cause the focus is on you
So I am left to hand hold
Left to listen
And to console
While I remain locked tightly in my cages with no view
