Depression as a Person

She comes and goes and she pleases.

I’ve never invited her in but somehow she has the key.

She shows up unexpected and refuses to leave.

She drags me to the floor and pins me down so I can’t move.

She calls me every name in the book.

She tells me that I’m ugly and disgusting.

She somehow knows every insecurity of mine and points them out on a regular. basis.

She keeps me isolated so that I cannot see my loved ones.

She makes me think that my loved ones don’t actually care about me.

She calls me stupid and I believe her.

She prevents me from doing things I once loved.

She tells me I will die alone.

I hope she’s not right….

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