im pushed away again by her i try to comfort her but she screams at me to leaver her to her and so i run and cry and i get pushed in that dark hole of depression again i waunt to be happy to be my mental self but each time i go back but i dont waunt to and yet i do but this time im going to be the deamon they keep pushing pushing away but this time ill grab on the ledge and the next time she pushes me back ill be ready ready just push back and no matter what i do i know she wont feel the same way i do cause what she does to me i can forgive i can love but she keeps pushing me away so i guess the next time ill let her
i think my poems should rhyme a little more dont you think?