Because I still love you.

You're alone, but you still don't want me

&  I'm trying to extinguish it

I needed you, and you weren't there.

The thing about
broken clocks
is that you can always tell
exactly when
they stopped ticking,
but with people
It isn't so easy
and sometimes
you don't even notice that they're broken

All of that time,
You were just a time bomb
Waiting to explode.
You ripped me
Into pieces
And I shattered
Like dropped glass
And it's sad to say,
You can't put broken glass
Back together.
What does that tell you?

Depression too often walks hand in hand with a deep sense of helplessness.