This is depression. It’s a monster, hungry for attention. So lonely, it can’t speak and yet it’s out of control. Scratching at my head, it just wants out. It sees everything. It knows how it feels and sees everything. It will never be tamed. It’s death.

This is my anger. He messes with my head. Telling me things that make me see red! He’s been cooling off for quite a while and now he’s jumping straight for lava. He only cares about himself. He screams hurtful things to me, to others. He wants out of the cage I hold him in. But, I can’t find the keys.

This is love. She’s ever so small. She holds peace in her heart and strength when she moves. She floats, never touching the ground. Because, if she does, she will bruise. She’s timid to show herself. How can she break through the walls built around her? Love holds the keys to anger, but it’s something I’ll never reach.

Lastly, this is hope. Not all the light has gone from his eyes. He wants love, depression, and anger to stop playing in my mind. One day he will be free. He knows he could walk away but he stays for me. Everything is drained from him. He can barely stand. But, he holds onto loves hand.

Jesus<3MGP

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