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.