How Therapy Stopped Working (TW for mention of self-injury)

Oh, Depression,
How you’ve ruined my life again and again!
You snuck up behind me like the snake you are,
And you made me love to be with you in misery.
I once missed the feeling of unending pain and sorrow,
And I fell for your lies
About the lazy feeling of dying inside,
But I never saw that bullet
Until it was too late.
I loved you so much,
And I treated you so well,
But yet, you ripped away all my good memories
And gave them back
With enough stab wounds to kill me,
As your helpless, vulnerable prey.
Silver carving tools, you made me use on my pale skin
To keep me from dying completely,
But you told me it would make me feel better,
And I actually believed you until it turned into an addiction
That made me yearn and long to die.
You make me feel so worthless and stupid,
And you make my life seem so useless!
Oh, Depression, how I despise you!
You take me in the midst of the night and show me how
Ugly and messed up and terrible I am,
Making me believe those lies and making me need death.
You give me insomnia, listing all my mistakes
While I try to close my eyes, making me think over and over
How idiotic I was, until I’m yawning my tears away in the morning
Because I couldn’t sleep!
You seize my life, introducing it as a monster,
And shove it in front of me, shouting at me that
This is what I’ve become.
Then you, Depression,
Drop my life over a cliff.