Dear Depression,

You and I, it's always just been us, we grew up together and you've known about everything that hurt me. You kept a tally that you decided not to tell me about, and you always put me to sleep before I could remember.

My memories are shattered and broken in ways I can't fix, but I know that these are the ones that hurt the most.

You learned how to keep me safe, how to shut out the world before it could reach me, but the price for my safety was too great and I lost the life I've lived.

I'm old enough now, I don't need you to cover my eyes, I know that you won't leave me, so the least you can do is let me see beyond the walls you put around me