I love you.
I love you too.
Are you sure?
I know that it annoys you when I constantly ask this, but I get so doubtful sometimes that I need to be able to look back and know that you answered truthfully. They always try to tell me that I'm not good enough for you, so I check in to make sure that they're not right. Damn, I need a hug from you. A very long one, with no interruptions. You know? Yesterday I was super worried and you had me on edge and of course the voices decided to speak up, but I didn't care. I knew that I had to ignore them and be there for you, and not freaking out about whether you love me or not. I'm sorry, I'll stop being a pest now my love.
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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.
