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Run.

An ode to getting help and treating depression.

By Mikayla RosePublished 2 months ago 2 min read
Run.
Photo by Yann Allegre on Unsplash

I have hunted for your happiness

And tore it at the seams

I am not evil nor ornery

But dangerous it would seem

Hey, we all have to eat

It’s survival… not personal, not mean

I hear you on the outside

Trying to read what’s happening within

And as the days pass,

it’s harder to hold up your chin

Ironic isn’t it —

I make you feel so lonely, but I’m with you every day

Haunting you, daunting you, flaunting you,

Every step of the way

I know you’d like an introduction,

but I agree with what they say

Sometimes it’s better to leave the ghost be,

And go about your day

I know I take up room in your head

Where you’d rather put nicer things

Memories, melodies

Really, anything that sings

Don’t think I don’t know now

What is you’re trying to do

Who it is you’re entrusting with this hunt,

Who it is you’re talking to

She’s so quick to name me

As if we’ve had a formal introduction

The way she spells me out for you

She’s the director of this production

Of course, she’s so predictable

Her bottled soldiers, she will draft

Conscription, prescription

Tsk tsk, I almost laughed

Your mouth becomes an aircraft

Dropping bombs into my atmosphere

But I must warn you, dear friend

Pills alone won’t make me disappear

I knew your mother,

Your grandmother too

I was here for generations

Before they passed me onto you

I am made of fire and ice and you

Steel that cannot be bent

This isn’t kind, this isn’t fair

You can’t just up my rent!

You know, I may not be able to run

But I can hide in darker corners

Make myself scarce

Until they’re done following orders

You never know,

you might miss me when I’m “gone”

For some people learn to love their suffering

Something they can always rely on

Ugh, you’re so weak and selfish!

Just learn to share the space!

I’ve never tried to get rid of you, have I?

Though I’m sure I could without a trace

Wait, I didn’t mean that!

Let’s just talk this through!

Not all wars end in peace!

Fine, I’ll consider new terms for you

Wait, stop!

Don’t!

Just let me —

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About the Creator

Mikayla Rose

Just a young dreamer trying to find her way in the world of writing..

My debut drama/ thriller novel, “When June Met July,” is available on Amazon, Indigo/Chapters and Barnes and Noble!!

Instagram: whenjunemetjuly

TikTok: authormikaylarose

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  • Paul Stewart26 days ago

    Love this. As a member of that particularly shitty club I liked the positivity running through this. It didn't feel cheesy either. Felt earned. Well done.

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