It is a monster,
that attacks from within.
I can't help because I'm on the outside.
She stops talking,
She closes herself off,
She doesn't want me near.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, it's just a depressive episode."
Okay.
"Do you still like me?"
"Yes, of course. Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know..."
I worry that one day it's not going to be the depression.
You'll leave me.
"You overthink too much."
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
