Years of feeling empty, useless and lonely,

Feeling “IT” consume me,

The Internet being my therapist, typing into Google from “what is “IT”” “ways to self-harm” “how to study while feeling empty”,

Myriad of thoughts rushing through my head every second of every day,

Happiness as fleeting as the attention my crush paid to me.

I wasn’t the only one noticing IT in me,

Mom saw it too but said “you’re 17 and haven’t suffered through any traumatic, why the IT?” code for “stop being dramatic and creating a fuss, go study instead”

I tried mom but I think I am used to “IT” now and can’t seem to shake “IT” off.

Friends quoted Tumblr to me; the counselor made me sound like a sob story but “IT” was enjoying the recognition more than Madonna did after slobbering over Drake.

Parented by self-conscious and low esteem, body-image issues and lethargy as siblings, “IT’s” family too had found their nest in me

But after being home to “IT” and its family for so many years, I still felt as empty as the conscience of the jerk in my class

I still remember the day he called me a eunuch or she called me ugly or my mom’s eyes reeked of disappointment but what I don’t remember is the count of the number of nights I cried myself to sleep and felt “IT” cuddling me

No I am not a pity case and refuse to accept the pennies of sympathy you throw my way

But I am “IT’s” bestfriend and vow to not let “IT” get to you,

Trust me you’re not missing out on anything, “IT” can be quite a pain in the ass

But hey! How ill-mannered of me? I forgot to introduce y’all to “IT”.

Depression meet everyone, everyone meet Depression.

Ah remove that glum look of your faces guys, don’t worry I haven’t met her since years so she might’ve contacted some of y’all

But treat her like those Vodafone calls

Because instead giving “power to you” “IT” takes it away from you.