With Coldness

I start therapy and medications Monday.

With the girl, I keep fucking up and she hasn't abandoned me yet. I'm more depressed than ever and even though she's grown distant and no longer smiles around me she's still around.

It hurts me to see that.

She's going to leave me like all the contractions in my ink.

Don't be a shell before you're gone.

I'll disappear.

If there's an afterlife I'll look there.

Also been told to write a love story during my psychotic break.