I am angry with you But I am far more disappointed in myself
This is my fault
I let you in I showed you all my softest most vulnerable bits I allowed myself to believe you’d keep them safe
This is my fault
Most of the time I don’t even know what today is Then certain dates roll around that I can’t forget
I changed my Facebook relationship status to in a relationship with Chocolate
Chocolate doesn’t forget to call or run away because it can’t handle how it feels about me
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
he took a screenshot and my heart took flight