Depressions Demon

Part 3

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I can't feel anything; I'm numb. My mind, my thoughts, they're so loud, they're deafening me. Like a scream in my ear.

"You're not good enough!" it screams, "Life will be better without you!"

I forgot, forgot about the monster, my feelings, focusing too much on my past, and all of what my future may hold. I forgot. 

It's all coming back, in waves, the blood sucking creature devouring me. Tears running down my face. How weak, useless, vulnerable I am at this moment.

The monster. I remember how it licked its lips, edging closer by every breath only to scare me more. It only comes when I feel nothing. When I have no motivation. When I'm crying, I don't realize. It only makes me feel worse. To feed off the bad emotions. I realize now what it is. Depression. The monster, creature, blood sucking gool. It's Depression. The feeling of having nothing worthwhile in your life. The feeling of nothing, and now everything in your life is affected by it. It affects you every day, every night. Haunting your thoughts. It's always there. I just never knew it was a monster like this. It could have been your least favorite person, bringing you down again, not this. Not something that uses its eyes to kill your insides, to destroy you mentally. Not a monster that sucks all your blood, sucks your soul until there is nothing left. A monster that pulls your life out of you, using its claws. It could have been anything else. So why this?

It's doing it again, Depression. it's sending another wave of pain. It's going in for another bite. It does the same thing every time. There is only one way to describe it. The same way I did before. Nothing has changed, you know its every move, but you can do nothing.

Patronizing me by slowly standing. I want to cry. I'm small, so small. Licking its lips, showing me the white daggers again. The grin. The same grin I have nightmares about every night. Somehow, it never fails to surprise me. Shining its eyes, flashing greed. I'm its next meal. Fear plastered on my face as it leaned down, edging closer to me by the second.

That feeling, the feeling, sensation I get every time. It's like a needle at first, just a prick. But the torture of it slowly shucking out your blood, your soul, is something no one can forget. I just hope it will end soon.