It always seemed like I was just admiring you from a far.
Even when we were together, it seems as though I was just an admirer of your work.
Even up close, even after I got the chance to know the things that you would choose to reveal to me, I was always just admiring.
I hope whoever this is is worth your time.
I hope they make you happy and help you feel joy inside the husk you hide behind.
If I'm being honest I haven't gotten over you yet.
Which is probably prominent.
But I'm trying, I'm trying to just be the supportive best friend like I've always been.
It's just hard to tell my mind to shut the hell up sometimes.
I keep doing stupid shit to myself and I keep destroying the brain cells that make me feel so unhappy.
So I guess I'm still stuck in that hypnotizing feeling from when we were together.
A time of true happiness for me.
Yet it still lingers.
Thank Fuck it still lingers.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoesieA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
