He Hides Poem by Della Perry

He hides sometimes, sneaks up behind me,
Glimpses of his shadow stalking, bullying, vile and corrupt.
He offers me bad thoughts,
Whispers in my ears, prods my brain stem.
Like a demon he haunts me, hurts me.
I exorcise him often, but he often returns stronger.
I hate him!
He tears at my heart
He pokes my eyes
He picks out bad thoughts and multiplies.
Each time we meet he nearly kills me
But I resurrect
But each time I am smaller.
I hate him.
I close my doors
I build up thick walls
I hone my defenses.
I call him names, I beat him with sticks and blades
I wish to cut this unhealthy bond
But once I remember he was my only friend!
He will not win
Depression is a bully.
I don't wish for that friend
I wish to be lonely.