When we were both depressed every night you talked to me and told me you would be there for me. Every day you asked me what was wrong. Everyday you texted me to make sure I didn’t cut. Now that I’m the only one depressed you don’t answer me. You ignore my posts. You ignore how badly I need you. You don’t care that I have ugly scars. You don’t care that I can’t sleep. You don’t care that I’m going blind. You don’t care I can’t run anymore. You don’t want to be around me. You don’t care I’m not going to be here as long as you. But I still care too much for you.