I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other
Outgrowing pain, shedding it
Slithering from the dried brittle remnants
I have been imprisoned for far too long
Pieces still missing, still growing
But grow they will
I may never again be whole
But I am no longer broken
I am your dolly You pull me down from my shelf when you’ve nothing better to do To manipulate and pose me To play pretend Until another toy catches your eye Then back I go Lifeless and empty on my shelf
You break my heart not because you don’t love me But because you don’t love yourself
I don't know that I've ever heard a more apt turn of phrase than "consumed by depression"
It swallows me whole without remorse and I wonder if this is the time I am truly consumed
I tell you I love you All you can say is “Why?”
You break my heart not because you don’t love me But because you don’t love yourself