Dear My Mental Illnesses

You, My Depression

Are like a lion

eating a zebra.

I am the zebra.

I try to run from you,

fleeting with my stripes,

trying to tell the others that 

the lion is coming.

You catch up to me,

taking a bite out of my arm.

Blood is pouring, 

then another bite.

Then another.

You take so many bites

that I bleed out.

I'm dying 

because the lion

defeated the zebra.