Dear Depression, No one can truly understand this twisted romance we are entangled in. A sick poly marriage we have with the ones you convinced me would protect me. You are no demon like my mother claims, nor are you a proof of my strength that my father has implied. My brother, try as he might, has ended up harming our relationship in an attempt to understand us. I have grown so attached to you, I must have you near to feel at peace. Your harsh words and cold touch make my heart at ease; because I know that there is only one of you that belongs entirely to me. MY version of you, where you will only infect MY thoughts alone. I have fallen in love with the thought of you but I cannot tell you, because then you might leave me. I don't want you to go, but every day you hurt me. I can deal with it, I know everything you do is out of love...