Hello my dear

Hello depression
Hello my dear
You are here, right?
Because i can feel you
I can feel the softness of your knife,
i can feel your knife in my bones,
in my skin,
in my spine,
in my soul.

Hello my dear
Why do you love so much?
Why do you can’t live with out me?
Why do you can kill me already?
so that we can be together.

But you don’t kill me in the night
You don’t kill me in my dreams
You let me think every morning,
when i open my eyes,
that maybe you have gone…

But no,
I look to the other half of the bed
and you are there.

Fotografía por Denis Ryabov