Tuesday, August 30, 2011
To my depression
You might think you'll always be there, and perhaps you will, but you can not beat me. You are small enough to fit inside my head so you cannot take over my life. You can distort my thoughts, you can make me believe that lies are true, but I know what you are trying to do and you Will... Not... Triumph.
I am aware of you. I am better than you. I can beat you.
You are the black dog and a dog can be trained.