Here I am, it's 1 AM and my depression inches its way to the surface again, declaring not to be ignored. It crept through like the unsolicited advice from a stranger that manages to break through all of the defenses you've put in motion in effort to be unreachable. Here I sit in this deafening silence that is far too noisy for me to comprehend a single thought as they race through my mind.
It's been nine days since I last felt your lips on mine. It was passionate and greedy. I always admired the way you kissed me, as if it was never enough.