You are still you, because I am still me.
You can love, because I love you.
You are alive, because I am too.
You feel faith, because I have faith in you.
You should keep fighting, because I'll be there right by your side.
Apologies or to apologize will always be a want, although they are not always a must.
You are not abandoned, you just feel alone right now. But their still there and I'm still here.
Lots of us always want to end it, but that doesn't mean we should; just take a look at me. Do you know how often I have to make the voices hush?
Your memory of things is not your fault, what it picks up on is its choice, not yours. Just like what mine picks up on is not my choice.If it were I would be able to remember every single thing that you've ever said, all the little conversations that we've had, no matter how short and stupid. I wouldn't be able to remember how she broke me over and over, how she broke you just like everything else that she touches.
I would have died a long time ago if I hadn't decided that I really wanted to see my future, no matter how fucked up its still mine.
My abandonment issues cause me to push people away, if I hadn't had hope that there was still one more person that cared, then no one would even remember my god damn name.
Sometimes when you apologize too much they lose their worth. I've apologized a lot to some and not so much to others. I don't know how to feel about that really.
I kept fighting, I'll still be fighting years from now, but that's what life is. We're all just fighting.
I have faith, because I know that someone will always need a little faith, not out of pity or spite. Just pure faith that they'll make it through, even if it's right through me. They still used the faith and they still made it.
I feel love, because it's always there, it never goes away. It won't just disappear, at least not with me. I always have love to share.
I am me, because if I were not me then who would I be?...
You got your answers now. Use them wisely.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.