.

he liked to scare me he liked to scar me I loved him for it mingled with anger and fruitless wishes that it did not come with the cost this golden twisted boy who would leave me soon enough to those who wouldn't bother to give me the attention of torment

did i have depression
or did it have me?

did it have me in its grasp
all tied up
kept down

born into misfortune
borne into depression
battered by the flailing of lost and cruel people
who never once saw me