Depression has been my lover for most of my life. An abusive relationship. Not a moment goes by that I don’t feel it’s hands around my throat. I’m threatened to say I’m ok. So my friends and family think I’m fine while in reality I’ve been in bed for the last 4 days. Depression hugs me with arms that weigh thousands of pounds. I lay here knowing I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Depression is so thirsty. It craves my tears for nourishment. My eyes are forever puffy from my attempts to make my lover happy.

Oh sweet love of mine, give me the strength to be with you forever and leave the rest of my troubles behind. Don’t tell me to calm down when there’s a short cut right under my skin. Instead take hold of the tool yourself. Please love. Take me with you once and for all.