To My Depressed Mind

Have you not eaten your full?
You damned parasite,

you accursed leech,

you vampiric fiend,

I'd rather you feast on my blood,

instead of my joy.

But, alas.

What do you care how I suffer?

You simply live in my shadow,

waiting to pounce on my fears.

You are depression,

you exist for those moments,

that I dare to doubt myself,

you exist for those instances,

that I dare to think I could remain happy,

for then your fangs are at their sharpest,

and you sink your teeth into my mind,

and devour me whole.

I just stare blankly at walls,

waiting for your stomach to fill,

waiting for something to change.

But if nothing will?

Then eat away.

Eat, eat, eat,

and whatever is left of me,

whenever you finally set me free,

I guess that's who I shall be.