Dear Depression
Dear Depression,
My constant companion,
My constant enemy.
No one else can see you,
Unless you possess my body too.
You’re like a demon.
A pentagram etched into my brain.
I try to exorcise you
With the pills I swallow every evening,
But you hold on anyway.
Some days you’re a light rain,
And on others you’re a tsunami.
But thank you,
Depression,
For showing me who my friends are.
For showing me how strong I can be.
For teaching me to fight.
See you soon,
Brooke
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