Dear Happiness,

Dear Happiness,

I know she's already sliping away from you.
And I know it's my fault.
I know, she's hard to handle.
That's also my fault.
But she likes you.
Even with me, she always thinks of you.
Begs for you even.
Cried for me, about missing you.
She has it rough- that's why she listens to me so easily.
She likes to have your energy and dreams the prettiest things when you're around.
She turns kitchens into bakeries...
Bedrooms into ballrooms...
Bathrooms into meadows and springs...
She turns dark to light.
But I hold her back.
I hold her down.
I keep her too tired to do her magic of making matter.
I take her worth.

She bursies easy, doesn't heal fast.
But she knows how to walk with a limp.
She can run in heels.
Over hills if she wants.
Unless I dont want her to, of course.
Then she won't.
Unless you're around.

When youre near, she won't listen.
She'll do what she wants, and she'll do it better than anyone else could.
She'll give you her all for just a taste.
With her so focused on getting you...
I've realized how tiring it is to put out her fire over and over.
She's stubborn.

So take her.
Please, take her.
Take her from me...
And don't let her come back.
Keep her dancing, and scorching the ground.
Let her burn down our house, and kill us all.
Make her an earthbound star- she'll shine for you.

I know,
she's tired.
I know,
she's fighting you.
That's my fault.
I'll stop if you're ready...
she's damaged, it'll be hard.

But dont let her slip back to me.
Even I'm scared she'll stop recovering from my hits soon.
So keep her.
Hold her safe.
Take care of her for me, she doesn't need me anymore.
She doesn't want me anymore...
And I dont want her.

Sincerely, Depression