Through all of the cuts, scrapes, bruises, bug bites, blood, and scratches, we all have band-aids.
One thing that band-aids can't fix is feelings.

I care for you, because I love you.
I seem dark and rude to others, but you see past it.
I don't connect with others well, but you took your time.
I care because you care.

looking back, I remember the 4 am talks.
looking back, I remember the kind words.
looking back, I remember joking around.
looking back, I remember a mistake.
looking back, I remember not talking for a bit.
looking back, I remember he doesn't care.

I sometimes feel a bit lost. You know, the wandering feeling? I get lost, I get found, but somehow, never kept.

I'm not the only one with that feeling, right?
The feeling where you can't breathe.
The feeling where you can't see.
The feeling where you can't feel.
The feeling where you can't hear.
This aching feeling has a name...
Depression.