You know,
you brought me down and you don't even care.

I realized today, that you are one of my triggers that sends me into depression.
You are the reason I eat to feel better.
The reason I stopped caring about my health.
Why can't you support me and my drive to work out and eat better and feel better.

I really don't care when I'll see you again.
I feel alive without you.
And that's what upsets me.
That you aren't my safety blanket.
You are my poison.
When did it get like this?
You even stress out my dog.

I'm almost at my breaking point.
I shouldn't feel like this right now when everything else is going so great.
I can't even talk to you about it.
You smoke all my **** and wreck my house.

Tomorrow will be better.
I'll look in the mirror and see that girl that was here the moment before you got into my car.