We were depressed but because we had each other we pretended that we weren't.
We pushed it down the same way we pulled our sleeves down over our arms and hoodies over our heads hoping no one would notice.
But that was the thing, we couldn't fix each other.
We needed to fix ourselves.
We needed real love, love within,
love for ourselves before trying to love each other.
I let him go.
He let me go.
He found himself at the bottom of a bottle of ***** and
I still walk around at night hoping that I'll see something familiar, maybe a glimpse of myself