I opened the cupboard

Guess what was inside

Thats right, my depression

It always sits in there

Almost like a teacup waiting to be picked

It never moves, just sits

Its black like a shadow,

But isn't a shadow

The only thing that can move it is light

And I don't have any light,

Just darkness inside

My depression festers

in the dark cupboard

Almost like the movie,

The Indian in the Cupboard