weasley

I woke up this morning to find a boy on my front porch covered in sweat and tears.

He breaks my heart because I’m not well enough to help him.
I used to think I could ‘save’ him. I would think about it all the time.

I would tell him what he needed to hear, I would cure him. He could throw out all his pills and his vices and he would smile and he would be healthy and new.

But, his depression is stronger then my dreams and he would transform me into a gloomy mess.

I was both frustrated and relived when he walked off my porch this morning. I wasn’t in the mood to spend the morning crying with him, but now I am going to spend the whole day wondering where he went and what he did after he left my porch.