they gave me pills for depression.
said that i didn't know the intensity of my illness
truth was, i didn't.
and as i waited for my prescription from the local drug store, your hand left mine.
i thought that you'd finally realized
i'm too fucked up for you.
"i'll be right back, i have to use the bathroom."
it got so bad that i wanted to refuse letting you leave
not even for a
s e c o n d
please don't leave me.