I cannot mend you
When I myself am shattered
Depression has blurred my view
I am even more bruised and batteredI do care
Trust me
It's not fair
This realityI wanted to be your support
Be there as per your need
But plunging is my report
I can't aid you while I bleedI do try
I want to stay
I do cry
Every single dayI cannot mend you
When I myself am barely alive
I might have painted your sky blue
But I never promised to make you thriveI can't stay
Forgive me
Go away
You can still fleeI am tied together with a smile
As I hold your weeping silhouette
I had never wanted to go in exile
I never intended to make you upsetI am not fit
For you
Sorry to quit
But it's trueI cannot mend you
When I myself am bruised
Call me selfish, my thoughts taboo
But I am sick of feeling usedYou are alone
I know
But cuts to the bone
You throwI might be selfish for choosing me
But trust me, it was my only choice
I am a human with some capacity
Your pessimism infects my rare rejoiceI need me
Not you
If choice be
Between us twoI cannot mend you
For I am busy keeping myself from falling apart
Trust me, it is breaking me too
But it is necessary for me, my depart~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey there, depressed souls! How are you all doing?
I didn't give a bonus update because I was out of station. So, kindly excuse me. I will try to give a bonus update this week though because when you look at it, I am technically free but the days seem to be shortened somehow.
Like, when I have to study the entire day, it never ends and when I am enjoying and trying to do stuff a day lasts only like five hours or something?
Excuse me, life, what the heck?
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