My depression

Why bother?

I wrote stories.

Boring stories.

Stories that no one likes.

They'd rather grab their bikes,

And take off,

To another galaxy.

something I wish I could do.

I just want to go to a different Galaxy

Far away from here.

Knowing that's never gonna happen,

Kills me.

But I feel nothing.

I'm already dead inside.

I'm long gone, and no one misses me.

Not one soul.

The guy of my dreams doesn't know I exist.

So he won't miss me either.

I never mentioned his name.

Danny edge.

In my opinion, the hottest guy on the planet.

He's funny

Smart

Hot.

He's perfect.

He just doesn't know that he's hot.

His eyes.

Oh my god.

His eyes.

They are the most wonderful shade of blue I have ever seen.

They add to his hotness.

But that's not the only thing I care about.

I barely care about his looks,

I care about him.

Himself, his personality.

Everything about him.

Is perfect.

But... He doesn't know me.

If he did.. He would've wished he never saw my face.

he would've wished that he didn't have his beautiful blue eyes.

He would've regretted meeting me.