Fifteen.

Depression is a relentless squatter, refusing to vacate the premises of my mind.

“Please leave,” I cry, “I will give you anything”.

So far, I have given my sanity,

My happiness,

My laughter,

My sleep,

My appetite,

My morals,

My friends,

My love,

My youth,

My faith,

My family,

My patience,

My passion,

My health,

My peace,

My mind,

My body,

My soul.

But Depression is greedy – all I have offered is not enough.

I fear that it will not be satisfied until it has swallowed me whole.

-J

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