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The Visitor

She used to be so

Happy

 

Until she started to feel

Absolutely nothing

 

Happiness and pain

Could have felt the same

 

She would not know

She could not feel anything

 

Emptiness swept her up from bed in the morning

Emptiness carried her back to bed at night

 

Emptiness became a permanent visitor

 

She could feel it lurking in her classes

She could feel it lurking in her conversations

And it finally lurked into her bed

 

It had finally taken her one escape

 

Sleep

 

Now nightmares enclosed her

And continued to threaten her well-being

How dare she think

That there was an escape

 

She feared the night

Because of the sleep that would come

Because she feared what would follow

Sweeping her up from bed in the morning

Another day of pure

Emptiness

 

Soon emptiness became her only friend

 

Her friend made her day’s meaningless

 

She laughed because she knew she needed to

She smiled because she knew she needed to

 

But most importantly

She pretended like she was okay

Because she knew she needed to

 

Because everyone says why would emptiness visit a teenager

What could she be worried about at her age

 

She would be okay

That is what everyone else would tell her anyway

 

She grasped desperately for help

But her arms got weary

 

No one was reaching back for her

 

You see

Depression is like a never-ending battle

 

A battle you never asked for

A battle that started

Without any warning

Without any trigger

Without any idea of where to find help

Without any idea of how to help yourself

 

This battle has happened

And she lived through it

 

Emptiness was a visitor she never asked for

She prayed that she would get a new visitor soon

 

And soon

 

She was finally reunited with herself

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