"It"

Most of the days, it is good.

But when it is bad, it is really bad. 

I just hope that it does not visit me that often, because i do not think that i can breath with punctured lungs, holed by it's venomous teeth, spreading its poison in me.

And i think you know what "it" means. Because i myself cannot put a name on it. It is very similar to depression but not quite like it. So what is "it" really is? I just know that "it" is going to get the best of me someday if i keep it alive.

I need to kill it. I hope that in some ways, i am.

J