Why am I so depressed all the time. I know it's not medical, because if it was, I'd seek help. I don't cry a lot, hell, I barely ever cry .. except when I think about you. You made me cry, and you don't even know it. I live, I breath, only for you. If you were to leave again, I don't think I could survive it. Do you remember when you left? You said it was my fault, that I had forgotten to pay the bills. You hit me real hard, it brought tears to my eyes. I had a black eye for weeks, I can still see a faint bruise above my cheek. You were drunk, I could smell the alcohol on your breath. Then you left. You left me for 5 days. Those were the worst days of my life. I cried, I drank, I took pills. I was barely alive. You came back, you found me on the floor. I was passed out cold, almost dead. You were drunk, of course, but you had enough sense to take me to the hospital. You said you saved me, but the doctors really did. They killed me though, when they sent me back to live with you. So here I am, writing this to you. You are probably out drinking again. When you come home, I won't be here. I'm taking Mikey, and I'm going to disappear. I'm going to go where you can't hurt us, you can't blame me. You won't be able to yell at Mikey for leaving out toys, when it was really you're stuff you tripped on. So I'm off to be cured. To be happy again, not depressed constantly. Thank you for teaching me never to trust men. Their fake smiles and promises. So, to end this letter, I only have 2 words to say to you ... Fuck you.