you came to my house today
its been a couple more weeks since i last saw you, but you looked your absolute worst
you looked even worse than when you came to the group
i stopped going knowing i would see you there, but i could tell you did too
you said you just wanted to talk and all i wanted to do was curl up in a ball and slowly sink away into sleep
but i still let you into my home
i let you walk right back into my life
because i realized i wasn't ready to let go of you
i didn't want to let go of the only thing that made me happy
the only thing that made me feel normal again
so i pulled you closer and kissed you
because what did i have to lose
i probably already lost you anyway
but then you kissed back
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Fanfictiona journey trough a girls journal, filled with little poems and thoughts about a boy that joined her group for people with depression