× Depression × — Summary

BrieAngry

You leech. You latch into me , drain me of. my happiness . And it only takes one second for me to fall victim to your words , to your drug.

You liar. You lie to me . It's a viscious cycle. You say it's gonna be okay , and you pull the world from under me. And show me a list of things of why it's not , in fact , going to be 'okay'

You anchor . You tie me down. I don't go places . I don't hang out with friends . I stay home , I sleep. And even though I don't hang out with my friends , doesn't mean you don't make me hang out with yours. Anxiety and fear are your besties. And you always invite them to the party.

You pain. You're hurtful and mean . You always break me down. Rip me apart. You turn me into a souless shell . You make me hurt myself . You make me numb myself with a blade . And after you make me believe it's all my fault .

Forever yours ,

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Brie addresses depression as if it were a person, speaking to it in four short sections that each begin with "You" and a name: leech, liar, anchor, pain. Each label shows a different side of the illness. It drains happiness, promises things will be fine and then proves otherwise, keeps the speaker isolated at home, and finally causes hurt. Anxiety and fear are described as depression's "besties," always invited to the party, which turns the speaker's loneliness into something crowded and unwelcome.

The mood is raw, tired, and heavy. The tone starts as accusation but slowly becomes more painful and personal, ending with references to self-harm and the belief that it is all the speaker's fault. The sign-off, "Forever yours," is chilling because it suggests the speaker feels bound to depression, as though they cannot escape it. Because the poem is blunt and unpolished, it feels honest, like a confession written in the middle of the struggle. Readers should be aware it deals with self-harm.

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