A letter to my depression

You visited me a year ago, unwanted and unannounced, you crawled in my body, you promised it was temporary but I still wake up with you clinging to my heart.

You say depression is quiet yet you're all I ever hear.

You're the lump in my throat, the chains on my arms attaching me to my bed.

You're the cloud on my mind, controlling my thoughts and movement.

Some days I don't want to get up, thanks to you.

It's you who affects my capability to live a normal life.

It's you who traps my brain making me me incapable of thinking anything other then suicide.

I can feel you laughing back at me when i struggle to carry on.

But I won't let you take my life away. With time I'll forget about you.

And I'm sure you'll come back occasionally chaining me back to my bed. Whispering constantly in my ear, but you'll go again. And I’ll cope.

You've become an unwanted part of me, wherever I go, you go. But where ever you go, I stay.

I will refuse to let you control me.

Nica.