It’s like I am trapped in a room
With only a dementor here for company
Feeding on my happiness
Leaving me empty
Building up the sorrow, guilt and despair
Suddenly, it drowns me

The next time I’m walking
It’s a fake act you see
That smile is not really there
I am joined by a companion, living within me
Taking all the joy away
And in its place melancholy has appeared

Drained and tired
On the edge on collapsing
The dementor feeling heavier than ever
The act is dropped, fake smiles replaced
By genuine frowns, lines of worry, purple bruised looking eyes
All hope and happiness lost by a dementor, now all you see is an empty shell left in its place