Demons

Dear Depression, Rumor has it You only show your face at night, But I know the truth. You like to stalk me in the morning As well as the afternoon. When evening comes around, I hope for you to have gone missing, But without fail You're always right behind me. You love to whisper in my ear And tell me that I'm nothing without you. I sit there and I let you degrade me Because I know you're the only one That will ever tell me the truth. Everyone I know says I'm better off without you, But why would I get rid of the only thing That knows me better than I do? I let you take control. I allow myself to succumb to you Letting you take the reigns. You order me to stay in bed, Knowing that I have errands to run And work to do. I do as I'm told Because as much as I don't want to believe it, You own me. You are like a rope And with every passing moment It seems to get tighter around my neck. You are undeniably suffocating And you know the power you have over me. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for you. I want to be free. Please, I'm begging you to let me go. Sincerely, C