My story of me and depression

We’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 didn’t know her until now. She hurts me. She doesn’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 it’ll ruin my day from the start. When we’re out in public people think I’m crazy when I talk to her, but I’m not. She’s everywhere I am. Stuck to me like a bad cloud. She talks so soft and yells so loud while I’m asleep. I cry in my dreams because she’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 I’m seventeen because she is much older than me, but she says that we’re meant to be. She says that I’m not allowed to have any friends and if I even think to begin she hurt me all over starting at my soul. I’ve been with her for over five years and I think I’m beginning to love her. What is there not to love? She’s always here, never leaves my side, and always tells me that she loves me. I’m not crazy. She’s all I have. She’s probably all I’ll ever have. When you see me with her I’m happy like she’s not even there. I’m the greatest actor of all time because she taught me how to behave. She said that I’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. I’m hers forever. Her name is depression and she’ll be by my side forever.