MY KIND OF ADDICTION

MY KIND OF ADDICTION

I am devoted to this demon
Which will neither let me live nor die
It makes me smile but eats me from inside
While it locks me behind closed doors to cry
It convinces me that I am not worthy
And convicts me to an infinity of purgatory
By day, it trains my laughter for the crowds
By night, my eyes pour like nimbus clouds
I hate to admit it but I find comfort here
Because I am convinced I belong somewhere
I feed off its toxicity like a drug for survival
However much I know that it is killing me slow
I keep feeding on it because I am addicted
Addicted to this depression!

BY JOYCE NALUBEGA

When the depression stays long enough, it becomes harder to trace the roots of who you were before it built a home in your mind.