You introduced me to parts of myself that depression buried long before I had the chance to meet them.

It takes much more than this to make love last.

You gorgeous *******.
I like you.

"Just Don't worry"
They say.
They tell me it's okay.

But tell me,
Is anxiety
something I can wish away?
Is depression simply a nightmare
A dream that Im drowning
From which I can suddenly wake up happy?
Is my anorexic mentality,
My bulimic brain
Nothing but a bad dream?
Is it even possible for me
To just not worry?
Because if there is a way
To escape my brain
To run away from my pain,
I haven't found it.

But you're right,
**It's "okay"

I was your Cure,
You were my Disease,


I was saving  you,
You were killing  **me.