My parents think I'm depressed.
I just miss you.
You didn't have to go.
They want me to take my medicine again.
You and I both know those never helped.
The only thing that helped was you.
But you're gone now.
The doctors gave me new pills.
After what happened to you, I'm afraid to take them.
They say the pills will make me happy again.
The only thing that will make me happy is seeing you.
But you left me here alone.
YOU ARE READING
Gone.
Historia CortaI loved you but you left me. You left me all alone in this world, but i'll see you again soon. (Written in 2016, just recently found it and decided to post)
