I destroyed a boy who looked at me like I put the stars in the sky for someone who won Me over with sex and confidence when I was high on crushed up poison. I hate white powder so much now. You were home to me, my best friend, the person I'd turn to when I got kicked out. The most comfortable place on earth. I'm so sorry you gave me the world and in return I broke yours. He's cute and maybe he adores me but it breaks my heart every time I touch his face because it should be you. It was always supposed to be you. Its you at 2am when I'm drunk and you at 1pm when I'm stoned in chemistry and you at 6:32 am when I first open my eyes and he should be the person on my mind. I miss your bedroom floor and your shower and your soft blankets and your gentle arms that only wanted me. I've never regretted something more. What is wrong with me.
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Depression
PoetryDe•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.
