To Marcus...
Dear Marcus,
Do you remember the night we met? The sun was long gone, replaced by the white moon. The air was not too cold, either. There I was, under the flickering street lamp. Hunched over, and drenched in tears, my hair was a matted mess. You stopped and asked what was wrong, then you asked if I needed a friend. That’s when I looked up, and saw those perfect brown eyes sparkling.
You enchanted me then, and you enchant me now; by your compassion and patience, your love and care. For when I needed a friend, you were always there. With a bowl of chips, a bottle of sprite. Marcus Young, you are a man of your words, smart, funny, and a have smile to die for.
Through thick and thin, you were by my side, valiantly cheering me on, day and night. For there were times where I felt it was hopeless; a lost battle, a murderous war. Yet you stayed and talked me through it. Every day is a challenge, but you make it worth it.
Love,
Your favorite schizophrenic girl.
Do you remember the night we met? The sun was long gone, replaced by the white moon. The air was not too cold, either. There I was, under the flickering street lamp. Hunched over, and drenched in tears, my hair was a matted mess. You stopped and asked what was wrong, then you asked if I needed a friend. That’s when I looked up, and saw those perfect brown eyes sparkling.
You enchanted me then, and you enchant me now; by your compassion and patience, your love and care. For when I needed a friend, you were always there. With a bowl of chips, a bottle of sprite. Marcus Young, you are a man of your words, smart, funny, and a have smile to die for.
Through thick and thin, you were by my side, valiantly cheering me on, day and night. For there were times where I felt it was hopeless; a lost battle, a murderous war. Yet you stayed and talked me through it. Every day is a challenge, but you make it worth it.
Love,
Your favorite schizophrenic girl.
Dear Marcus,
I had a dream last night, it was...bittersweet, depressing, and filled with confusion. My father came to the facility and begged for forgiveness. The sorrow in his face was too much, he felt like this was his entire fault, and he wanted us to be a family again. I was very joyous when he said that, until I woke up and realized it wasn’t real.
That’s when I became depressed. He doesn’t care about me, never did, never will.
Love,
A girl in depression
I had a dream last night, it was...bittersweet, depressing, and filled with confusion. My father came to the facility and begged for forgiveness. The sorrow in his face was too much, he felt like this was his entire fault, and he wanted us to be a family again. I was very joyous when he said that, until I woke up and realized it wasn’t real.
That’s when I became depressed. He doesn’t care about me, never did, never will.
Love,
A girl in depression