Dear Summer Depression,
I'm here to tell you everything because I know who and what you are.
Who are you?
You are this feeling that creeps into my mind and drags me into your dark world. You are the constant feeling of darkness in my soul.
What are you?
You are a leech who sucks the happiness out of me and replaces it with your venom, the feeling of emptiness. You are the shadow that follows me in the light and surrounds me in the night. You are disgusting. You are a shapeshifter. You may be summer depression in the beginning of June to the end of August. When summer ends, you become fall depression and then winter depression to spring depression. You never stop your cycle.
But what you don't understand is I have ways to make you seem smaller than you make me feel. I have friends who make the sun seem so bright that you hardly exists. Friends who talk to me and let me tell them how much abuse you've put me through lately. The person I call my boyfriend is my body guard. He holds me and you disappear. He talks to me and you melt away. He kisses me and you fly away with the butterflies in my stomach. He smiles and you fall into your pit of darkness. He laughs and you choke on those harsh words you feed my brain. You are NOTHING compared to the people in my life yet you're SOMETHING. You are a figure in my life that may never go away. Eventually, you'll be like a penny in my wallet, something small that I carry around with me.
