From the start,
I never intended on leaving you.
I promised whether you're,
depressed and stressed
sad or upset.
selfish and careless.
I want you to be happy.
But I don't know what you want me to do.
It's never clear what you want.
But don't leave.
Please.
We still have so much to do, as planned.
And talk about things face to face,
in that one place;
under the tree where you sit and think.
Don't give up yet,
there are only a few years left.
It hurts to know that you think of me like that.
It hurts to know you're giving up on things.
I know you're not doing your best either,
and you're hurting too
but please.
look at what hasn't come yet.
