NobodyImportant

Being with you hurts more than anything I've done, yet I never want to stop; never want to leave.

Sometimes I dream of the future; a future with you by my side.

I don't actually have a way to describe how beautiful you are to me, but I figured I would try.

The moment you stop trying to the type of person who deserves the one you love is the moment you no longer deserve them.

Society's influence has created a certain idea of what love is supposed to be. That if it's the right person, then love will come easy. The thought makes me laugh if I'm honest.

Why won't your memories just leave me alone? I want nothing more from you. Just go.

I let someone into my life. And they kinda sorta broke me a little bit.

The lines between happiness and absolute hate for one's self and the world are cloudiest when there is no support, only blame and accusations from the ones we love and worship.

Guilt is a funny thing. Blame and accusation hurt the most when one places it on themselves, whether it is deserved or not.

I have no reason for feeling this way, and yet... I do.

A Poem about depression. Kinda sorta.