We fought
And battled
And held on so tightly.
We defied the odds
And proved them wrong;
Until you started slipping.
Your hands descended my arms
And mine ascended yours.
You held on so long
That your hands grew tired
From the burden of the weight.
You let go,
But I held on.
And there we were:
Dangling.
Your hands released,
But mine still clutched.
And before you fell
You latched back on
And we hung for a while more.
But again you started to slip
With little distance to travel
Before you let go once more.
I stared down at you
And loosened my grip.
You were tired.
And you didn’t want to fight for this.
Not anymore.
So I let go too.
And you fell,
And landed right on your feet,
And remained happy.
Now I’m just here:
Existing.
Slipping back into the depression
You once saved me from.
And I will remain here
Because I am unwanted
Unloved
And uncared for.
I am ugly
And stupid
And depressed.
If you aren’t willing to fight
And work
To be in a relationship
With me
Then no one will.
And alone
I will remain.