#britrogan

I told you I didn’t want you to end up like the last one, I never want to make myself feel numb to you. the last thing you said to me when you left was do what you feel is right, the door slammed behind you and we both felt at ease that we were equally to blame. -b.

The depression that I’ve been so accustomed to Is sipping on tears and too many men telling your mother she’s not good enough. How do you explain apathy feels like a thousand lives you never lived I know exactly what you’re feeling Without crying out my eyes for attention. Can my depression be silent? Because all i know is the kind that whimpers through the night. I’m hurting too, Silently, because it’s best for all of us.