I know that I
would be the last person to be awarded with a ‘Girlfriend of the Year’ trophy;
I snap at
you for no apparent reason and constantly whine that I’m not good enough for
you.
Most nights,
I cry so many tears that I could drown myself in them, and when you ask me what
is wrong I reply with “I’m just tired.” In a way, it’s the truth- I’m tired of
feeling sad all of the time and I’m tired of being controlled by these powerful
and taunting demons that entice me into acts of damnation. I admit that I am not
being fair when I let you see me destruct this way. I know that watching me
hurt is hurting you as well.
But how dare
you treat me like I’m a f*****g grenade. How dare you distance yourself as far away
as possible from me as if I am about to explode. And how dare you give up on me
so quickly. Because behind these sad eyes and past this depression, there is a
girl that truly loves you. A girl that needs
you. And I know that getting better would be the cure to keeping you in my
life, but stealing the stars out of the sky seems more possible right now than
exterminating this sadness that resides inside me. Yet it will help a lot if
you’d just be there for me; if you would just hold me and tell me that everything
is going to be alright. But even though I know that everything isn’t going to
be alright the second the words slip from your lips, it will be if you never
let me go, as I can only slay this beast called depression if you are holding
my hand.