Just go. Please stop controlling my life. I see you sitting in the office chair behind me. I'm not stupid. I'm not crazy. Just stop. I'm so tired of seeing your face in the streets, hearing your voice in my dreams. I know what you are. You're depression. You're the face of depression. And you won't leave me alone. You are taking all that I am and crushing me down, forcing the life out of me, and making sure all the wind is knocked from my lungs.