This is a conversation I wrote between Depression personified and a teen girl.
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You resemble such mirth, radiating radioactive smiles and bubbling blissful laughter. One cannot look at such beauty and not fall in love.
My light is what you gaze at, and all you want to capture. My allure blooms in the depths of my callous, calm confidence.
Your happiness insults me but I need you. Grasping onto your thoughts; meddling and messing keeps me alive.
I burn too hot to ever get close to you. I don’t ever want to be within in proximity of your daring, dark death. Who would willing?
I require you but you hate my closeness, it’s fatal to you. Whenever I come creeping, you skip with friends away.
You wish to dance with me and gain control but your darkness is what I run from. I hide from you with Happiness herself.
I am classified as one. You are classified into many. Difference is ugly and murderous; a screaming whisper to be noticed by people more worth while.
It makes me the strong, beauty I am, difference. I would never wish to be the same, that’s boring.
There’s millions of me, all the same, and millions of you, but you always feel unique.
I am ignorant and oblivious, I know, but unique and happy I still am.
I see more than you know. I hear more than you know. I shall tell you everything they say and think, everything.
I don’t care. I don’t care.
You will always care. But just in case, I am here still when you gaze up, wondering what life would be like if…
Leave me alone. I am a happy person.
I’ll never leave you. You’re stuck with my presence for eternity. I’m attached to you, I am you, I love you.
I only see you sometimes. I used to never see you. You can see me all the time. What is happening to me?
You push while I pull. Give up; I whisper nothingness in your ear. You start to believe, doubt, and wonder.
I will forever resist your cruelty. You do not deserve my acknowledgements.
I live too long. I outlive you by thousands of years. I will win. I always win.
I’ll be here, while you destroy my heart. I don’t think I can leave.
Blackness makes me hateful to you. You’ve always been scared of the dark for some reason. Did you know it was me hiding under your bed as a child? I was waiting until your teenage years.
I hate you. Stay back. Leave. Please.
Your smiles turn to screams as I win over. I laugh at your spiralling descent. Your hurt makes me happy, it’s the cycle. Who will be next?
No one. Please, I need a voice, or I will forever be stuck like this in space, empty space. I need to stay so you won’t go after anyone else. I’m a good girl.
Your laughter turns to cries as I gain control. I’m the one making you grab that blade every night; the one making you rewrite that note again and again and again and again...
My soul is dead. It died years ago when I realized how everyone feels.
Blackness helps me make that tough decision for you. You’ve always been scared of the dark for some reason.
My last words, I can’t change them: I’m sorry.
I lied about everything.
