Depression and Obsession

Dear Depression,

You have consumed me like an everlasting fire, unable to extinguish. 

Some days, your flames protruded limitlessly into the night sky.

On these days, was I most vulnerable. 

I tried to keep it together.

So much to where I could feel myself growing tired,

Exhausted in my own body. 

Hating myself because you engulfed me,

And becoming engulfed in you because I hated myself.

I wanted to talk about it all,

But it seemed that everytime I tried I collected sarcastic stares that implied I was overreacting.

Then you began to make me think that I really was.

It was strange how it made me feel.

Like I was egocentric for thinking so much about myself,

But in doing so, I was frustrated with the thought of my being. 

My mind was lodged in a paradoxical loop, centered around you.

It still is.