If I told you I loved you,
What would you say?
That love is not love if it is not returned?
That unrequited emotions is the damnation of our existence?
Or would you say that love is not love if not with me?
That the heavens blessed out hearts to hurt for the passion we share?

If I told you I needed you,
What would you do?
Would you lie with those lips that turned my mind into mine filled with chaos?
Would you start your sentence with something petty and sympathetic like "it's not you, it's me"?
Or would you stare into my soul with those eyes I fell in love with?
Would you lock your lips with mine until our only way of respiration is through our lips?

What would you do if I told you...

I love you?

Depression:
It rips you apart
Skin by
skin,
Bone by
bone,
Cell by
cell.

It's the 2AM thoughts that never leave your mind. Mind. Constantly thinking, hesitating, deciding, wondering,
Why?
Why is my mind a grenade of
pain; anytime sadness seeps into my bones an explosion of emptiness evokes me.
Alone.
I am an enemy of my own being; the creator of my own
darkness.

Depression:
It's a canvas of negative emotions.
The smile engraved on your face.
The black hole in your chest.
The bruises on your knees.
The blood on your wrists.
The tears in your eyes.
The pain

I see
the glint of happiness in your eyes,
the hidden truth behind your lies.

I smell
the enticing fragrance of your perfume,
the one she breathes,morning till noon.

I hear
the promises and secrets you proclaim
the way you laugh inside, is this your favourite game?

I touch
my tingling skin, where you planted a trail of roses
my chest, heaving

up, down
up, down

I taste
your kiss of death,
the very kiss you planted
on my lips
the very kiss that
destroyed me
woed me

but most importantly

killed me.