The Other Side of Your Depression
I now know that it doesn't matter what I say or do
You won't ever listen
I can tell of your all your greatest moments and strengths but
You can only see all of your pitiful falls and weakness
I try to build you up but
You step down from the pedestal to make a wall
I can't try enough to make you see
I've been trying
I am trying
But someday I think I might stop
Please don’t go
Please don't leave me.
I know it's hard. I know life's hard. I know this world has torn you down over and over.
But don't go. I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I love you. I love you. I love you.
God damn it.
I know this isn't even poetry anymore or even a piece of decent literature. You've always been the better one at this anyways. It's just I don't think I can tell you how much I need you.
You live on the other side of the damn world yet I can't help but think of you as my best friend. And I know life is such crap and that you just can't take it anymore. You don't deserve that. But I'm going to be selfish and tell you the truth. I don't deserve this.
This pain of not knowing whether I'll see your face on my screen ever again or if you'll alive long enough for me to meet you in person. Counting days between our goodbyes is like holding my breath and praying that you'll be okay. That life will be okay.
But I know that life isn't okay. This world sucks. I know. I know. I know. Just please don't make this world worse for me.
Stay. For me, if not you.
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Rain started to drizzle over the cement in front of the school. You simply put your hood up and stepped our of the car. Tessa was worth it. Tessa was worth anything. You scan your surroundings, looking for her.
Where was she? She told you to meet her after school....
You finally spotted her standing infront of the school. Running across the parking lot you stop before her, taking the time to admire the way the dimly tinted blue light made her look.
"Hey Tess, I..." You pause as you notice tears running down her face. "Tess?"
She looks at you and sobs. Reaching out, you bring her in close for a hug. She squirms out of it, looking up at you.
"I'm s-sorry." She hiccups looking away.
Then, softly, ever so softly, she whispers the three words that changed their lives.
"But I'm gay."