You made me need you.
And I did.
But I turned into an avalanche.
The more I needed you the more I collapsed.
And you were caught in it.
And you came tumbling down with me.
And then we were both at the bottom.
Buried, trying to breathe.
And now we are digging our way out.
And it's very hard.
We are so weighted down.
But we will get out.
You will survive.
I will survive.
And hopefully we will make it to the top again.
Maybe not together.
Maybe not even at the same time.
But we will both get there.
Yes, we will.