Times I think its left me, rejoice in tranquil peace
Yet comes back in vengeance a grip with no release
That any pill could free me I'd never be the same
Oh dark, cruel, biting dog, depression is your name
Sometimes for no reason this mean black dog grabs me and just wont let go. This morning he was waiting by my bedside to greet me. I do my best to drive him away but he will stick with me even knowing how much I dislike him. But then without warning he will take his leave. I do so love the days when he goes to visit someone else. For some reason after I had my first cup of coffee and a short prayer of thankfulness for what I have been given, this morning he left me. I say good riddance and thank God for God and coffee!