Are You Satisfied Now? - Dear Depression

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There are oh so many things I cannot do,

all because of you.

You have taken away years of my life--

there's so much I cannot recall.

Your addictive poison ruined my mind--

made it rot with the urge to die.

I cannot love myself as my lover does.

Do you get off on this?

Does it please you?

Congratulations,

I hate myself.

(You have won)

Is that what you want?

I neglect sleep and refuse to eat--

my lover worries for me.

(I hate it)

Are you satisfied now?

No, because your appetite for misery is never ending--

it is a bottomless pit.

I know this, yet I cannot control you;

you are my puppeteer,

and I am at your mercy.

I cannot explain how you torture me for fear of sounding insane,

yet I long to feel better and be rid of you.

But you will always be there, won't you?

I suppose my fear of living without you--

how ironic indeed--

is why you cannot leave.

Because we need each other--

is that right?

At least, that is what you want me to think.

No, I do not want you,

but I am uncertain how to live without you.

Who am I without you, 

you who have been with me for so long?

Because of this fear, I have put off getting help--

refuse to speak.

But now,

now I am stronger--

though there are still days when I am weak--

you will not always win.

This battle of ours is never-ending.

So until the end of my days,

we will dance hand in hand.

Dear Depression, are you satisfied now?

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Author's Note: If you were to write a letter/poem to your mental illness, what would it say? Leave me a comment and let me know!

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