-Thoughts of a Depressed Teen- (How Abnormal)

Honey Drips

I slowly see it touch my finger, again, surprisingly cold. 

Clingy and annoying. 

It reminds me of you.

The fact that it may look so incising, but turns out so disappointing, but like with everything some people might still like it. 

But I find it disturbing. 

 Your cries were just as annoying as the never ending drips  

It's suppose to be the sweetest, but I just see it as an overrated material. 

Continues dripping, convincing me that it has no purpose. 

Some use it as a way to add sweetness to their bitter taste, but later get tired of it. But, guess what? I used you like that too. 

A way too make me see sweet and colorful things in my life, but you were so annoying.

  So I stopped appreciating the drips that you gave me.   

You had no purpose.

So I found you a purpose.

Oh Honey, you should thank me.

Your purpose ending up being the thing people use to get a brief satisfaction. 

Because you turned out tasteless.

Such a hassle. 

Get use to the pain, Honey. 

Oh, Honey.