denial my fingers always ruined what i touched, like the midas touch i had corroded people. yet i let myself believe i was helping. the anger was never your fault. your wall you built made the wall of china look like a scaled down model yet i am still waiting, mourning bargaining you for a solution. one that i know doesn't come cheap. i made sacrifices for you, and they always flew over your head. the doctors call what i have depression i let you sink into my bone marrow and **** like a leech the vital parts of myself and you left. i opened the door for you to walk out of, and i became so ashamed of it. but somehow, i managed to find acceptance** that you weren't coming back. it was almost like you went into hibernation into your own head and didn't want to wake up and see the sun.