Dear Depression

Dear Depression,

 

You’re getting heavy, I’m sick of carrying You.

I’m tired of You beating my soul so black and blue.

I wish I could say I am surprised,

But being cursed by You was easily surmised.

On many nights You caused insomnia to rage.

Others my sleep You did in overdrive engage.

You often made me blue,

You took away the me I knew.

At times You made me apathetic, and thus I confide:

That I was very numb, and shutting down inside.

Oh, why do You afflict me so?

Why do You cause my normalcy to go?

After many years of crying,

I almost gave up trying.

I know now why You came to me,

You saw how he treated me like property.

You saw my mother was an addict,

And how her choices made her a convict.

No longer of me shall You take advantage.

My own life I will manage.

Far too long I’ve held my façade,

But it’s time to be me, honest to God.

Some days will still be a struggle,

But no longer my emotions will You juggle.

Overcoming You is my goal,

I am reclaiming the happiness You stole.

I’m changing my family’s reputation,

The first step starts at graduation.

You are a burden I may always carry,

But You will not hinder me,

Because I plan to be extraordinary.

 

Your ex,

Victoria Greenfield

 

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