Dear Depression

Why do I treat you
Like a concious being?
And talk to you as if
It makes a difference?

We play this game
You chase me
And I chase you
It's a game that
Neither of us can win

Is it enough to know
That you won't beat me?
And do I even know that?
Is it a fact?

Do you get tired like me?
Of fighting
Or is something
That you enjoy?

I'll fight
You'll fight
We'll dance this dance
We know so well

Because we're both too stubborn
To give in
Both too determined
That we'll be the one
To win