If depression was a person.

‘Dear’ depression,

I thought I had defeated you.

Somehow you dragged me back into the shadows of dispair.

I distracted myself, keeping guarded,

yet you repeatedly cast over me like a gloomy grey rain cloud that’s attracted to hover above me.

You’re like chilling constricting chains wrapped around my mind,

throwing conflicting emotions and thoughts at an unbearable speed.

You make me confused.

You suffocate me:

making my body physically hurt.

I won, and reigned over you hundreds if not thousands of times,

I shall win again:

for you don’t lead me.

You will not end me.

You will never own me. 

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