Dear... Depression
I'm not sure when you came into my life. And I'm not sure why. I hate having to deal with you, or having people tell me you're not real. You always make me feel worthless, and I often wish you would just disappear. I've tried talking to people, but it's too difficult. Maybe in the future you'll leave me alone, but for now I have to deal with you and try not to let you control my life...