Hello, My Human
The following story relates to giving depression
personification and hints at suicide.
You are an odd human, but it’s to my knowledge most if not all humans are. But you my dear are my only human being why I don’t know and you’re a particularly sad one a lot of the time on the inside. I would say it’s your own mind playing tricks on you, like everyone else does. The funniest part about that to me however; it’s true. You see, that’s my work, it’s been my work since you were a little girl. But you were young then, and I had sympathy on you… for a while. When a seed is planted to sprout in your mind, it can fester and grow vines with thorns.
You have to understand, child. I never had any intention to help you. In fact, your kind sickens me with how weak you actually can be; we do not have mercy for your kind. I have to say though, for a while you seemed like a fighter and would not suffer at the hands of me. But here we are, little Miss.; you’re grown. I’m stronger. I am grown.
You do care you know. You feed me and give me the attention I need to make you listen, like some pet. But you, you are the pet. Rather the host, and what a gracious host you have been. I fed off your life source so long, making a tired tread of you. Yet… you still smile. I can’t get rid of that damn smile. I know rarely it’s genuine. So why do you do it?
This is why I’ll never understand you humans. You are in so much pain on the inside; I know this, and I’ve caused this. So why do you not cry in front of people why do you not tear back your skin to reveal the scales I’ve turned in you? You smile. You laugh. You sing even.
You foolish girl, you are kind, I’ll give you that. But you lie and you are foolish to think that I will ever go away. However, you’re not as naïve as people claim you to be. No my daughter, I am with you. But it’s okay, you can trust me, you always have. Who else has been with you from the beginning? Who else has told you the truth in times you needed to hear it? I know you better than anyone else. It is very ironic how I am invited into your mind by your own family is it not?
Not being wanted leaves the door open to be given by someone else, and that someone else was me. Lucky you my sweet thing, we’ve gotten to know each other over the years, haven’t we? I wouldn’t have as much power as I do now if it wasn’t for that fateful day. Remember it? The day we found out you were a mistake? My my how you cried that night, and I liked that feeling it gave me.
I had access to slip into different chambers that connected to your heart and lungs. So that, is where I stayed, it is where I fester. I knew you could feel worse, so I tried my new ambitions and squeezed your lungs with tenderness. You curled in a fetal position and clenched your chest, crying even harder. You felt it didn’t you?
It was then I knew we are always in deep connection. Now, look at you, crying once more like countless times before. You’re welcome, by the way. Did you think these tears are any different than the times before? Because he is there with you, cradling you in his arms? I will admit, there have been quite a few times he has gotten in the way of what I’ve tried to do. But I have you again my sweet and it’ll all be okay if you listen this time.
If handling depression and suicide:
Please call Samaritans @ 116 123 UK
1-800-273-TALK (8255) for U.S.A.