depression

 I can't make things work by myself. I can't just push everything under the rug and pretend that everything is fine. It's not. 

You don't know me, and I don't know you. We only know what used to be. 

You're gone again with no word of goodbye. Just the silence of the grave. Maybe it would be easier if it was the grave, then I would know that you had no choice. But to choose to not be in my life, to choose everything else except for me. Why does my heart still love you?  Why do I try to prove my love when you have never asked me to? Why do I love you when my head dislikes your behavior? How can that be love? Is it just masochistic of me? 

I don't know if I should just let you go. Say goodbye forever.