Cutting You Out

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By bedazzled •

Cutting you out, cutting my veins. A living corpse now, floating through useless hours, empty days. I miss you every day, I miss you. I wish I could hate you for destroying me. I wish I could hate you for leaving me with a diagnosis of severe depression. But all I can do is love you, think of you and regret that there wasn't another way.

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May 18, 2010 12:43Convalescence

the sad part is when no one will bother to notice. You cry out for help from someone... and then you find out that they can't help you... you have to help yourself. That's what makes it worst. I'm here if you need to talk... even if you don't really know me, sometimes it helps.