that no good man of mine stays returning unannounced every time i think i got rid of him here he comes knocking on my back door sometimes he lets himself in i forget that he always has a spare key i change the locks he just gets a new key in the past i would give it to him then i started hiding it he found it every time he breaks in now with no shame laughing at my pain tormenting me such a ******* he always finds me no matter how many times i run away
depression is real. love yourself & others through it.