I forgot how
you keep me
up at night.
Ignore my fatigue,
and drag me
to the wee
hours
of the morning.

I forgot how
you keep me
from eating.
The thought of food
makes me want to *****
anything inside of me.

I forgot how
you make me
realize how
full of flaws
I really am.

I remembered how
you can help me,
but is it worth this
pointless depression
that drags me through the day,
day by day?