i'm insecure
about a lot of things
like my height
and my voice
and my smile
and my long ass limbs
and my weight
and my family.
and some nights i'll stay up and spend time with my depression like we haven't seen each other in a while and we're just catching up.
but then other nights i'll be oh-so-fine.
like nothing in this world is wrong
like everything is perfect
but when depression comes back
it takes a bit while for it to leave
because we have
so
much
to
catch
up
on.
i tried telling you,
i tried.
but no one ever heard me.
