The way you put it..
It just sounds so much like my fault isn't it?
It's my fault for losing this relationship.
It's all because I have depression.
It's all because I can't control my emotions.
It's all because I am suicidal.
It's all because of me.
It's as though you are saying that..
I want to have depression.
I don't want to control my emotions.
I want to be suicidal.
That's why I've lost you.
I'm the cause of all these.
No one would help me.
Not even you.
You're just doing what everyone else is doing.
Isolating me.
Isolate me from your world.
Your oh-so-perfect world.
My depression is too much for you.
I laugh.
Because if my depression is too much for you to handle,
you think it's easier for me to handle on my own.
It's funny.
Your thoughts on how...
You, running away would make our lives easier.
You, running away would make us happier.
And I want you to know that you're wrong.
You, running away would make YOUR life easier.
You, running away would make YOU happier.
What about me?
You, running away would make my life more miserable than ever.
You, running away would make me more depressed.
You, running away does not help me at all.
You're just unable to accept my flaws.
You're just unable to accept my inability to control my emotions.
You're just unable to accept the fact that I'm not perfect.
And you kept saying that you want me to accept you for who you are.
Did you try to accept me for who I am?
No.
You decide to run away from this person who is almost like a leper.
Like someone with an incurable disease.
Like someone who is bound by such a disorder for life.
You can't accept this flaw to be in your perfect life.
So you run.
You had 2 options, to help her or to run from her.
You chose the latter.
So no one's there to help her.
No one would know that she needs help.
She won't ask, she'll pretend.
And as time passes, people will forget about her disorder.
People will forget about her.
And there she was, years later,
still unwanted,
still hurt,
still in pain,
still sad,
in that dark corner,
where no one would find her,
no one would know,
because before her, is a mask that glows ever so brightly,
and no one would see pass the mask,
to find that lonely girl all by herself.
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The way you put it..
It just sounds so much like my fault isn't it?
It's my fault for losing this relationship.
It's all because I have depression.
It's all because I can't control my emotions.
It's all because I am suicidal.
It's all because of me.
It's as though you are saying that..
I want to have depression.
I don't want to control my emotions.
I want to be suicidal.
That's why I've lost you.
I'm the cause of all these.
No one would help me.
Not even you.
You're just doing what everyone else is doing.
Isolating me.
Isolate me from your world.
Your oh-so-perfect world.
My depression is too much for you.
I laugh.
Because if my depression is too much for you to handle,
you think it's easier for me to handle on my own.
It's funny.
Your thoughts on how...
You, running away would make our lives easier.
You, running away would make us happier.
And I want you to know that you're wrong.
You, running away would make YOUR life easier.
You, running away would make YOU happier.
What about me?
You, running away would make my life more miserable than ever.
You, running away would make me more depressed.
You, running away does not help me at all.
You're just unable to accept my flaws.
You're just unable to accept my inability to control my emotions.
You're just unable to accept the fact that I'm not perfect.
And you kept saying that you want me to accept you for who you are.
Did you try to accept me for who I am?
No.
You decide to run away from this person who is almost like a leper.
Like someone with an incurable disease.
Like someone who is bound by such a disorder for life.
You can't accept this flaw to be in your perfect life.
So you run.
You had 2 options, to help her or to run from her.
You chose the latter.
So no one's there to help her.
No one would know that she needs help.
She won't ask, she'll pretend.
And as time passes, people will forget about her disorder.
People will forget about her.
And there she was, years later,
still unwanted,
still hurt,
still in pain,
still sad,
in that dark corner,
where no one would find her,
no one would know,
because before her, is a mask that glows ever so brightly,
and no one would see pass the mask,
to find that lonely girl all by herself.
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