The Depression Monster

Written 09/25/17

 You tell yourself to shut up about it

because no one is allowed to know. It's the

secret you want to tell someone so badly

but you're a woman of your word. Sworn to

the secrecy of the black tar monster that

is oozing its poison all along your insides.

The foul, grotesque thing spends its days

delighting in your agony as it whispers the

most vile untruths about your worthless,

pathetic soul.

"I am your only friend now." Its menacing

whisper echoes throughout your ear

canals. You agree because you have no

choice. The clever beast snuck up from

behind you and in no time made you its

slave. You signed its binding contract just

by being alive.

Author's Note

I'm curious to know if anyone who has experienced depression can emotionally connect with this piece. Do you feel like your depression is/was like my Depression Monster?