the worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feeling better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.
the darkness in my room is different when you aren’t here to share it with me.
the loneliness is eerie,
for your breathing isn’t here to keep me calm
and your head isn’t on my chest to control my breathing.