Voice wasn't loud enough, I'm going to have to remember you and us longer than your existence. With my feelings there has been a disturbance. So close to asking the doc for a substance. I'm not sleeping, I'm hardly eating, but hey atleast my hearts still beating. But depression feeds off my tears for your smile. I don't think I can ever smile the way you made me smile. My mama told me to be careful and  to be safe. Her honesty shocked me.... do I really give off the suicidal vibes? I've even been told my smile was just as broken as my heart is. Ever since then it's been a lot easier to isolate. Here's the real question.... do I need help? No that's not it.... who's willing to stay?