Telling someone to stop being depressed because someone out there has it worse is like tell someone to stop being happy because someone out there has it better.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. No matter how much I try, I know that you’ll always be a part of me and I know it’s really bad for me to still be in “love” with you but my heart just won’t let go.
if you cared, you’d text me back. if you cared, you’d text me first. if you cared, you’d call me and say goodnight before i go to bed. if you cared, you wouldn’t have hurt me. if you cared, you wouldn’t have left me. if you cared, you’d take time out of your day to talk to me. if you cared about me before, maybe you can do the same again. if you cared, you’d ask to hang out not run away. if you cared, you wouldn’t be embarrassed to be around me. if you cared, you’d show me off to your friends instead of hiding me from them. only if you cared, but you don’t, you never did, and you never will. you’re just like those other guys.
would you laugh hoping it was a joke or would you just leave me hanging once again?
i ask you to hang out with a couple of friends and you say you’re busy. i say oh okay and that’s the end of our conversation. is this how things are going to go all the time now? i miss our conversations where we would talk all night long and pull all nighters. I miss you, your smile, your touch, your voice, your hair, and your personality. why does it have to be like this?

