Depression

There's a girl who looks just like me,
But she's mean,
Abusive,
Hateful,
She reminds me of all the things that people have said to me,
And she makes sure I remember their words well,
"You're nothing,"
"Worthless,"
"You'll never amount to anything,"
"You're stupid,"
"No one loves you,"
"You should just off yourself,"
And she cackles each time she gives me a reminder,
So the tears pour from my eyes,
And I lay in bed for days,
Can't eat,
Can't sleep,
Don't want to socialize,
Just want to die,
Feel like I've been hit by a bus,
Arms itching for another blade,
She taunts me these days and nights,
And she knows how to push my buttons,
But that's not even the worst part about it,
The worst part is that she isn't real,
She resides in the depths of my mind,
My own personal bully,
Who I'll always call,
Depression.