In 8th grade We had a long absence due to the misguidance of friends Because of jealousy At the end of the year, We slowly began to talk once more You explained the terrors of your parents divorce Leaving out the big details We weren't close yet Freshman year I spent long evenings at your house And ate dinner with your religious family The summers we spent laughing until the early hours of dawn You spoke more about your father You explained the significance of the night he spat in your face Exclaiming his hatred for you This broke you down to nothing but crushed pieces of a human In the second term of sophomore year You didn't come to school Teachers asked where you were and I tried to make it subtle You missed over three months that year Junior year Your absences racked up You missed school for "surgery excuses" You couldn't put your shoes on You lost clothing items Senior year You were home schooled I was forced to walk idly around the school like a hopeless ghost Wishing for the friendship you and I had Wishing for someone who cares That's your favorite You dont care about anything You're selfish You have no goals set up for yourself at the end of the tunnel Your long distance relationship came to an end because you lost feelings But I've been missing my first love since march and you've been telling me to just "Forget about it" Its not that easy, you say it is. You are defensive You're excuse is the depression You want to up the dose of your medication You know, sometimes people say you need to just get over your depression That's equivalent to saying "HEY! YOUR EMOTIONS ARENT VALID", Which is exactly what you did to me I'm not trying to degrade your depression I've been there But you've placed yourself in the bottom of the pits for three years And no one can help you anymore Its up to YOU to pull yourself out Stop depending on temporary people to breach your armor of happiness It never works Ive been there Take care of yourself Take a shower Brush your teeth Wash your face Look in the mirror Tell me if you love the person who looks back at you I dont think you do..