Play my arm like a violin.
A jagged knife and pale white skin.
We couldn’t cope.
Because I only saw the good he did for me, ignored the bad and felt only happiness.
While he’d only remembered my tears; of which I remember naught, took the weight on his shoulders and crumbled.
We didn’t last.
Because till this day, I am tormented by feelings I cannot explain due to my carelessness.
While he, saddled with his own distraught, had chosen to disappear from everything we had.
Just to feel better
What do we need?
Do we need someone who
Knew us since forever?
Or do we need someone who knows
Nothing about us at all.
The thing about depression
Everything is normal
But no one treats you
Like you are.