I remember being 14 and in love
I remember the pain that came with it
I remember when I first noticed that every time you looked at me your pupils got bigger
I remember when I made you dance under the pouring rain with me
I remember feeling like I was unstoppable
Now
I only remember when you looked into my eyes as you killed me
“I don’t love you anymore” you said
I remember being 14 and wanting to die
I remember the pain that came with it
I remember when I first noticed that slitting my wrist made me feel like I could breathe again
I remember when I started loving you more than I loved myself
I remember feeling like I was no one
Now
I understand that depression comes in periods
And no matter if it is 4am on a summer night
Or
7pm on a stormy afternoon
I have to be prepared for the worst
Like getting that text from you saying that you didn’t think trying again would be the best
I have to be prepared to have the feeling of death on my lips
I can’t write anymore
You have taken every joy, every pain, every feeling I have ever had and made it disappear
I can no longer write without feeling like anything is good enough
You made me feel like I am not good enough