In Retrospect

Dear Depression,

How are you?
I haven’t seen you in a while, what do you think about?
The pain you cause other people?
Or the sorrow you leave behind when you reap the lives of those who have lost all?

You stand in the dark doorway of my closet.
You stare at me across the room.
You talk to me in my mind and out, looking at me waiting to see when I slip into your hell of a world, to catch me but only to push me back down again.
You're the night terror that woke me up in the middle of the night.
You’re everyone's worst nightmare.

You baited me, you taunted me to believe how you see the world.
You even used the people around me to hurt me with the lies you tell them so that I would follow you.
You caressed my mind leading me to the end of my road.
You invited yourself into the minds of my friends and family, to play your mind games on me.

You didn't hesitate to dive right in my shattered heart to steal the title of father from my already defenseless soul, only to infect my bloodstream the day I was born.
You looked over me since that day, acting like you cared for me.
You took away the safety of being able to talk to others, just as you did to my sanity.
You watched me bleed the sadness and a never ending stream of sorrow through my eyes, by making me believe in the lies I told myself.
You made it easy for me to be afraid.
You made it simple for me to mistrust.

   Sincerely,

           Just another statistic.