we talked for a few minutes that day.
and then you had to leave.
you never brought up my wrists.
and then
i didnt see you
for a month.
i knew you were so disgusted with me,
that you couldnt even come back.
i was sad.
more sad.
i hurt more.
i hurt myself more.
i finally thought i had someone i could possibly call a friend.
apparently not.
fuck you, depression.
you ruin everything.