I will consume you. I will completely take over your life. You’ll think you’re in control but really I will be. I’ll change the way you think about everything, the way you live. I will slowly destroy everything you once knew and loved. I will ruin your life until you don’t want it anymore. I’ve always been a winner, even when other people say you can beat me. You can’t. I will end you. Or you will end your life because you can’t live with me anymore. I’m too powerful for you to handle.
I am depression.
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Then whats the point of doing that, depression?
Dear Depression,
I thought you to be almost the one I Love. I think the Way she does is a Way of Romance, but it is painstalking to an romantic Person like me who could do more. All the Influence that you have is the Spot of Routine that can not be passed anymore as the woods for the Bridge there are gone.
Oh, I felt winning when I entered the Grounds of your Lands, and was walking there the First Time in Life like it was Home. Home. I can cry, I am upset by the Word and to look forward that I have worn this Love to you all alone.
Yet unfortunately, depression, I can not die. I have to do something no matter how boring the task is.
Even if I fail or I succeed, it will still mean nothing.
I can’t die but if I try to go back to bed….they’ll find me for sure.