A friend to talk to at night. Someone who would just sit there with me when I cried, and not ask what was wrong. She was my best friend. I will never find anyone even close to her again. I can't believe I killed her. I miss her so much now. Without her I feel so cold and alone. I don't just feel like that, I am. I can never get her back. Pleas God take me and give her back! I wasn't thinking that night. Everyone misses her. But if it was me that died, no one would be sad. I was supposed to doe that night, not her! She would be alive and happy if it weren't for me. The way she used to be before she met me. She always used to say she never regretted anything, but I'm sure she regrets trusting me. I fucked her life up. Now she's gone and I'm here instead. I'm supposed to be everything she was, but I'm not even close to anything she was.
My name is depression. And I have taken over the life Sheena was living. She's not here anymore though. She has been dead for a month and 2 days. I killed her. I came into her life and she just let me talk her into coming along for the rides. How did I ever talk her into taking those pills that night? She didn't want to die, everyone knows that. She was weak and I pushed her buttons. Now I am sitting in one of her favorite places, staring at the love of her life, and I can't help but let a few tears out. If it weren't for me she'd be here with him-
and I wouldn't be here by myself.
What did I do?
What am I doing?
Come back Sheena!
I am so sorry, so unbelievably fucking sorry!
I never thought things would turn out this way.
They weren't supposed to.
I was supposed to die that night!
I sure as hell don't want to be here, but I'm sure you do.
I'M SORRY!!!
I would do anything to get you back.
But there's nothing I can do or say.
