"You left me."
These few words dance around my head a lot.
Each one a tiny bullet.
Each memory another stab in my stomach, another wave of sickness.
Because everyone leaves eventually, right?
One way or another, everyone leaves.
We can cling to the memories; desperate not to admit they're gone, but praying that you'll just forget so the pain will subside.
Just as you get over one person abandoning you, another person does.
And it tears you apart all over again. Ripping you until there's nothing left to give.
Nothing left to be left.
It hurts until you're doubled over, holding your stomach just so you don't cry.
To stop the pain.
But you can't.
Only time will stop the pain.
And everytime when a new person comes along.
A person with the same empty promises, the same pity, even exactly the same words.
You'll still let them in.
You'll still end up in that same dark place.
Alone.
Because we need love.
We're just too broken to hold onto it.
Being left's like being stabbed, it takes so long to heal the wounds yet seconds to open them again...
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To Be Depressed
Nonfiksi"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
