I want you to stay.
That's it; the plain truth.
I want you. I need you. I can't cope when I'm alone.
But I'm also destroying you.
Everytime I text you, everytime I call you, I'm hurting you.
It kills me to know I'm doing this, it really does.
I hate the fact that I'm being selfish by asking you to stay.
So I'm telling you to go.
I push you away so you won't get hurt. I'm killing you slowly to save you.
You're better off without me.
It's safer for others when I'm alone.
Yet still, I'm silently begging you to stay.
To text me, to call me, even though I lock you out.
As a stare at my blank screen, the same few words always escape my lips;
"Please don't leave me alone"
But you do.
Soon, you'll be gone completely. We'll be right back where we started.
And where will I be?
Alone.
Being alone's like being abandoned, but it's what's best for everyone else in the end.
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To Be Depressed
Non-Fiction"If you think about being happy, you'll be happy." "Don't be so pessimistic!" "Everyone else can get through it, why can't you?" "Attention seeker!" You trying feeling like this then, if it's so easy... This is just my views on depression, a "taboo"...
