Depression doesn’t care if you’re on the football team and go to parties every weekend, nor does it care if you spend all your time at the library and have got one friend that rarely talks to you. The only thing depression cares about, is taking over your life.
I need you here, with me. On my bed, sleeping next to me, in the most innocent of sense. To just cuddle and be able to feel you holding me knowing I’m safe, I need that, right now. I need you, forever and always… And if I ever say different you should know that it isn’t me saying it; that I am corrupt and not in control, because I will always need you.