A Series of Open Letters to/from Depression
To my head and heart
Why is that everytime I take a breathe, I feel you attacking me?
Is there a chance that I would be able to not think about the constant fights you keep having over me? I hear the arguments every day as I hide away in the corner from either of you. People always say I should listen to one of you instead of the other but how am I supposed to know who will be the one that actually stands up for me? I never thought I would say this outloud but I can't hear myself speak anymore. All the words that escape my lips come from segments of your fights. I have grown up on thoughts that at most points in my life you were trying to kill me. You almost achieved your dream three times. I have scars and bruises on my body from the words you whispered in my ear. I lay in bed and stare above me as I quietly drain out your lies. How am I supposed to live when you keep breaking in attacking me?