Depression

I am followed by a monster. It chases me in the dark. It chases me in my dreams. It laughs at my pain. I've tried to get rid of it. Many times. In fact, I have an acqauintance to help me do so. It never works. It fills my head with bad, horrible thoughts that I would never want to have. It makes me want to do something bad. Not to anyone else, just myself. It makes me think I'm ugly, fat, stupid, not deserving of life. It creeps into my insecurities and makes them worse. It finds it's way sneaking it's way into what makes me happy, and then it ruins it. I wish it was easier to get rid of, I really do. The only hard part is that the monster is me, and the only way to destroy it is if I destroy myself.