Weâ€™re married. Till death do us part. Death is the only way out. I never wanted this. The marriage was arranged when I was born. I didnâ€™t know her until now. She hurts me. She doesnâ€™t care about me. She wants me dead. When we sleep she whispers terrifying thoughts into my head. When I wake she repeats them over again. Hoping that itâ€™ll ruin my day from the start. When weâ€™re out in public people think Iâ€™m crazy when I talk to her, but Iâ€™m not. Sheâ€™s everywhere I am. Stuck to me like a bad cloud. She talks so soft and yells so loud while Iâ€™m asleep. I cry in my dreams because sheâ€™s there, I pray so loud so she can hear just what I want with my life. She can recite my entire life like a Shakespeare play. When I cry she cuddles with me and say that everything will be okay. When she kisses my wrists it feels as if I a knife is sliding across them. I tell her Iâ€™m seventeen because she is much older than me, but she says that weâ€™re meant to be. She says that Iâ€™m not allowed to have any friends and if I even think to begin she hurt me all over starting at my soul. Iâ€™ve been with her for over five years and I think Iâ€™m beginning to love her. What is there not to love? Sheâ€™s always here, never leaves my side, and always tells me that she loves me. Iâ€™m not crazy. Sheâ€™s all I have. Sheâ€™s probably all Iâ€™ll ever have. When you see me with her Iâ€™m happy like sheâ€™s not even there. Iâ€™m the greatest actor of all time because she taught me how to behave. She said that Iâ€™m her best work yet. She shaped and carved me into her perfect lover. I agree to everything she says. I give her all she wishes. Iâ€™m hers forever. Her name is depression and sheâ€™ll be by my side forever.