Questions

Our little depression,
went something like this;
you were worried,
i reassured you.

that night you were happy,
but i cried,
u seemed to feel a bit better,
thats all that mattered.

the nights continued to pass by,
you seemed more and more insecure,
more and more scared each night,
i ask you why, you don't know.

its getting to a point where we can't sleep,
we're too frustrated and annoyed,
we don't even now what to say to each other,
as time passes by, i become more scared.

the night continues on,
i can continue to cry,
i ask you questions,
you don't know.

the days gone now,
12am,
you ask if you could see me,
i said yes,
there was an awkward silence,
but then you asked,
"if i told you that i wouldn't hurt as much if we broke up, would you?"

i never answered that question,
and you walk off saying,
"sorry, give me a few days to think,"
leaving me here scared and crying, more than ever.