Dear Depression

Dear Depression, 

This is a notice of eviction.

You will find this letter on the door

When you decide to visit next

It will be locked from the inside.

Dear Depression,

Breaking in through windows is generally

Frowned upon

I am installing bullet-proof glass and changing the keys

Dear Depression,

Kicking in my front door will not make me change my mind

Want you to enter my hallways

Let your footfalls resound on the walls when you step

My floors may be creaky but they're clean.

Dear Depression,

I don't know how you got in this time 

Because I have doors of iron and walls of steel

I've learned to be colder than the outside so I seem

Less inhabitable to squatters such as yourself

Nevertheless I hope you like the new curtains

They're pretty but they block out all light if I so wish

Dear Depression, 

I thought I made this clear to you

But clearly i'm not dear to you or else you would have

At least made my bed after you slept in it.

Or done my homework.

Or washed the dishes.

You could have done anything, at least trying to hide yourself from the 

Nosy neighbors peeking in, wondering why all my flowers are dying.

Dear Depression,

It has become very clear to me

That everything I hear and see is being warped by your preference.

You want me to want you.

To beg when you leave so I'm not all alone

Because feeling you is better than feeling nothing at all, 

Right?

Dear Depression,

Your bags are outside.

I won't decieve myself by saying I won't see your face

From time to time

But you cannot stay too long

Or you will not have a house to

Live in.

Dear Depression,

Goodbye.

Sincerely,

Dearly, 

Me.