There were years, back then,
when we were both lost.
You, within your own thoughts,
and me, trying to pull you back
to reality.
There were days, back then,
when we were both crying.
You, because you thought you were worthless
and me, because I hated
the fact that you hated yourself.
There were minutes, back then,
when I thought you might
really go through with it.
And have the biggest adventure
without me.
And there are nights, now,
when I still have those nightmares,
where for a second you’re really
gone.
But I remind myself,
that you’re still here.
Because you pulled yourself
back onto the shore,
even though you were already drowning.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
There were years, back then,
when we were both lost.
You, within your own thoughts,
and me, trying to pull you back
to reality.
There were days, back then,
when we were both crying.
You, because you thought you were worthless
and me, because I hated
the fact that you hated yourself.
There were minutes, back then,
when I thought you might
really go through with it.
And have the biggest adventure
without me.
And there are nights, now,
when I still have those nightmares,
where for a second you’re really
gone.
But I remind myself,
that you’re still here.
Because you pulled yourself
back onto the shore,
even though you were already drowning.