Dear Ariella,
You make me so happy, Ari.
Gosh, really
You do.
You don't know this
But at the same time
I'm drowning in a clinical depression.
I've started the cuts on my stomach now, too.
I keep running out of room and time.
I want you to be the only thing on my mind
But my self conscious keeps invading it
Telling it that I'm a jerk
And I don't deserve you.
Which is true.
Because you're rainbow
And I'm the dreaded storm that hurts everybody
Even when it doesn't want to.
-Lucas
