Leech

You IM'd me last night to tell me you knew how I felt when I told you I was depressed.
You told me you'd felt that way for a while
And that you'd gotten help
And you stopped taking the pills

You didn't ask if I'd gotten help, and you didn't ask if I needed help
I know we aren't friends anymore, and I was doing great without you
But when you started talking to me again a few months ago, I wanted to die. YOu don't know what you do to me, and I can't ever tell you, and I hate it.
You're a fucking leech.