I am Stressed

Every time I comb my hair
There is hair on the comb
Even when I didn't go through nots
My hair is probably falling out
It's probably why its growing so slow
I don't want to admit it
But you stress me out
I worry about you
I am afraid for you
I used to be scared of you
But I grew older
Now I know better
Why should I be scared
When obviously your unstable
I cant take this
I cant live this, here
I love you
But there is other things
I should worry about,
Stress about
Like school
Life
I cant focus around you
So I'm leaving in February or May
I'm sorry
I'll visit because I still love you
But it's getting to a point where I'm depressed