Yeah, I know that we are not the source of your issues, trust me I do.
And you were never a problem, I want to help because I care.
I know that you're not fine, you're not okay, you're not whatever.
But like I've said a million times, I'm not going anywhere.
You can shut me out and push me away all you want, but that's never going to change.
Sorry for always bringing us up, but the way you word certain things causes me to think those things.
It was just a simple misunderstanding, don't get so worked up.
You don't have to always explain yourself to me, I understand certain things.
Stop living in the past, it's not going to get you anywhere...
Sorry for caring I guess. It seems you don't really want me to, but too bad, so sad.
I'm just as stubborn as you...
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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.