Generation Y: Depression


I reached out to you, my friend. As I have forgotten how it feels like to be remembered. You know, you used to read my mind. “Things have gotten a little weird, ’round here” we used to say. I didn’t want to leave and I didn’t want to stay. The sky was getting red and I felt like I was going to miss it. 

You knew how it felt to be forgotten. We didn’t want to leave any traces behind, anyway. We held our hands tight and I was listening to you breathing slowly. The sky was getting redder and there was no place to go.

It wasn’t easy to try and live, while trying to disappear. I felt the pain going through your eyes and it tasted like fear. I might have missed something there, as I wasn’t very good in getting all the clues together.

So the people said that we should have fought back. Waking up in the morning and feel the wind. We said that cookies smelled good, but we couldn’t eat them anymore. “I like my tea hot“. “Why?” “Because it’s one of those things that it’s nice and doesn’t last, like love. That is why I like it“. 


Love lasts, inside“.
You grabbed my hand and we walked near the edge, where our brains were connected. “Give me some time, I should get rid of all the things I don’t wanna say“.
I gave you time. You took it. Your smile was one of the best things on Earth. I will never forget it.

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