Depression

Dear Jeni,

Let me introduce myself to you.

I am depression I'll bring anxiety and fear. I'll mess with your head until you won't let anyone near

I am depression you are my muse. I will steal everything from you.

I will tear out your heart and I will frame it like morbid art.

I will paint you a picture of everything you can't have then shove it in your face until you realize you are trapped in a never ending race.

A bitter coldness will fill your soul. You're teeth will chatter as you lose all control.

I can go unnoticed and make you think you are all alone.

I'll make you feel insane I'll force you to play all of my games because you are just my puppet and you will do as I say.

I see them starting to recognize my signs , that you're in too deep and I'm sure they see that you are fading and it's only because you are weak. Don't try to explain me to people, don't you dare speak!

Come a little closer I'll show you how your pain can end. Here's a pill, a razor, a gun.

In just one second it can be all done.

I will make you believe there is no hope. Hell, I will even give you the rope.

I will let you be happy but make you afraid it will end.

Come on honey, you knew your happiness was pretend.

You thought you were ok? Oh please, I will never let you rest so go ahead and lie in that bed that you have made your nest.

Pull down the shades cry in the dark. Open up your wrist make a deep mark.

Salty tears turn into crimson drops and in that moment you wish it would all stop but you can't quit now because I'm still here whispering the truth in your ear. Another slice to dull the pain. It's not like I care can you even remember your name?

Did you hear that? The knocking on the door? I've brought addiction to the show addiction is ready to steal your soul, stomp on it and crush it till you can't even look at your own reflection with out thinking of me.

Look at it this way, Im being nice, I'm giving you a chance to drink it away. I gave you the pills, the tools, just do it already.

Behind that smile you are broken I know I and I have won.

Ps. Darling, thank you for all of the fun!

Xoxoxox, depression.