Alexandria Brown

No matter how dark and deep we are in our depression, there is someone who understands. There is someone who’s going to be able to listen and try to help you come back to the light.

It’s almost difficult for me to accept that maybe this is different. Because this is completely different.

When someone is just there. They’re not there to tell you what you did wrong or what you can do to fix your broken pieces; they’re just there.

I wonder if maybe they feel the hope that we had when we started there.

Instead of me telling you all of the things I should or even replying at all, I delete the messages. I try to start letting you go one more time.

I don’t need you to prove to me that I should be with you. I don’t want to have to convince you to love me. I just want us to know that this is good.

He found how hard being without me is. I got to be set free.

You make me feel like it’s OK to be me and that’s the best gift anyone’s ever given to me.

I can feel the word fall out of my mouth before they try to leave. I want to tell them that everything I did was wrong and that I need them.

You distance yourself from the prospect of love.

I’ve seen multiple people like you and I in here before. Every single time I want to ask them what they’re drinking about. The memories are on the edge of your glass and with every sip it’s pretty obvious you’re trying to drown out their noise.

The truth is that there are times I miss you.