Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
Your eyes are the stars in the sky that is only mine,
You take me to my moon with each glance.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
Your voice is the first song I've ever listened to,
You lift me up into my own heaven.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
You make my Christmas feel like the only Christmas,
You let me dress in all my favorite hues.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
Your fingers touch my planets in all the right directions,
You create a painting on my lips with yours.

Little do they know, how good you are.
They do not wish me with you,
They believe you got rid of my sunshine.

Little do they know, how wrong they are.
You make my days darker, but my stars brighter,
You are my night, you are my universe.

Little do you know, how beautiful you are.
All my stars are every atom on your body,
And I wish to drench myself in it.

The reason depression is literally the worst is not because of the soul-crushing sadness or the wanting to **** yourself or the self harm or all the violent and extreme emotions that come with dealing with this particular mental handicap.
It’s the long and painful stretches of days of weeks of months where you’re not really depressed, but you kind of just exist. The time you spend sitting in bed aimlessly browsing the Internet instead of finishing that video game you thought was fun or going out with a friend to see a movie or getting up and doing your laundry. You exist, and it’s okay, but you’re not really sure why. You’re not doing anything productive when you have all the time in the world to be doing it. You feel like you’re missing out on life, but at the same time you feel that it doesn’t really matter. That’s the worst kind of depression.

You call me baby

And I sleep on the right side of the bed

And you love me you love me you love me

You’ve got a smile that I keep

In my left side pocket 

And this feels like a long time coming

This love is soft and it’s 
hard to keep it all inside of me
And I know you get scared

Because sometimes his lack of love pushes its way back up into my throat and I push you away and you don’t get that
I’m just begging you not to go away
And I get scared

Cause for me love hasn’t always meant staying

With him love meant trying to fit myself into a mold that I didn’t belong in
And I see you with other girls whose smiles come easier and whose love comes nicer

And i get scared that one night you’ll want to have the right side of the bed 
to yourself again
But this love is soft and 
it’s meant to last

I’m here to stay if you are

I’m here to stay if you are.

I write because I miss what you used to say, and the way your voice used to shut down mine. I write because there are things you used to do that still play repeat in my head, and I can’t help but write. I write because I miss you and it seems like you don’t. I write because a lot I have to say but so little you want to hear. I write because very many are the things that remind me of you. I write because you don’t know I do. I write because that’s all I can do about us. I write because I want those who read to wish for us but mostly I write because you're ******* shattering my heart by pushing me away and there is nothing to fix it else than spilling down words heavy to carry.

I know that you didn’t mean it and
I know that you think saying sorry will make it better
But that’s not how the world works.
It’s an imperfect world and feelings just don’t go away that fast.
So either you never really loved me or you’re just hiding it because you’re scared.
Well let me tell you, hiding something will get you nowhere
And lying sure as hell won’t make you happy, So go ahead and leave me,
But in the end you will see your mistake and come back.
But you know what?
When that time comes I won’t be here.