"I was the lover you tried to immortalize on paper
You penned each words describing me;
turning my blood into ink and my body into paper.

But this is not where I belong.
And I do not need to be immortalized in pages.
All I need and have always wanted is to remain in your memories-
for as long as you shall live, so shall I too.

Let me out of the paper
Let me in, inside your heart
Let me be with you-
Or let me go."

I asked the lady by the door,
peeping in see the room,
"Do you know where I sit?"
She smiled and said,
"Your  card is placed!"

"That's the problem!" I cried,
I seem to have forgotten my name.

"What am I called inside the room?
Is it the same when I'm out, or at home?
Do I have only one name,
or can I have more,
like, go by four?"

There was noise in the room,
a constant wave of a murmur,
and I stood there, alone and scared
trying so hard to remember

I lost my name outside the room
I lost my table, my people, my place

I stood outside the room for a while,
then silently walked away.

Depression has me longing for the day that you walk out of my life again because atleast then i'll know why i'm hurting. Life drains me of my soul; you are pumping a desert, demanding water. I love you with everything i have. I hate the way you abuse it.