Dancing With Depression

A Crash And Burn Back To Your Roots

it's the middle of the night,
you think "him".
people are leaving and rustling,
yet you still want him.
you can't have him,
no more,
no longer.
he cut you out like a crooked wisdom tooth,
unwanted,
useless,
twisted.

you wish things could fix other things,
and you know for a fact it was you that led to this.
you evaluated and looked over everything.
you were the bitch who had not enough knowledge to argue.
the idiot who started things and said unwanted words of him.
you did this to yourself.
you were the first to mention a break up.
then he considered it because of you.

farewell to your happiness for over two months!
i have returned and you will love EVERY PART OF ME!

-your hero,
     Depression<3