Dear... Depression
Dear someone with depression,
I’m healing from possession of demons and if you’re wondering why I can’t see you, sorry. I gave you my hand and you made me feel like I’m trash.
Do you know how hard it is for me to speak and smile?
You’re an atheist.
I’m curing from possession
And I wanted to be friends,
Fuck you for throwing me away.
For avoiding me,
For running away,
You can’t see who I am,
But I exist.
I wanted to be near, I’m just weird and trying to be normal.