They say that they'll be there for me
If I ever want to talk
If I'm breaking down
But
When the moon is high
And the room is dark
There is no one but me
And it's not fair of me to expect them to stay up with me all night
I know that
But I sometimes wish someone would
YOU ARE READING
My Depressive Mind
PoetryThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*
