When Depression Talks To You
Depression: I’m coming to get you
Me: No you’re not
Depression: Yes I am, can you feel me?
Me: No I am pretending you don’t exist
Depression: I am stronger than you
Me: Nope afraid you’re mistaken, I am a fighter and I will win
Depression: Why do you always fight me?
Me: Because I have too, you leave me no choice
Depression: Don’t you ever just want to lie down and let it win?
Me: No because then I may as well end it now
Depression: What about killing yourself, that would stop me?
Me: I would destroy my children and you’re not that strong to make me do that to them
Depression: Are you tired of fighting me?
Me: You exhaust me
Depression: Do you realize you’re talking to yourself?
Me: I don’t give a fuck who I am talking too, I am telling you to go away and leave me alone
Depression: I will go away for now, but I will be back
Me: I know you will and I will be waiting
Depression: One day I will win
Me: But that one day is not today
