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Am I dead?I have to wonder this some days,As my life seems monotonous,A figure eight.Some days,I feel okay,The depression demons are at bay,And my pla..
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How did it happen?How did she come to be lying upon asphalt with her chest cut open?She couldn't say.One moment,She'd been dreaming about how her futu..
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There are demons unleashedwithin my mind,Maybe even...within my heart.They weren't there at the start.They came to me when my depression and anxiety c..
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Why does the nightcarry such mystery?What is the reason?With a pale moon so lonely,And stars that change throughout each season?Why is it that peace a..
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Broken soulsare not homes for hope.They're places too darkfor even the tiniest rays of sun to enter.No flowers can take root.No trees can uplift.Only ..
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As I wake up today,The sky is crying again.Why is it that the sky cries so beautifully,while I cry painfully, silently?The skies...the indifferent col..
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I was right to question.To listen...Listen to my voices and back away.Not only could you leave,But, your emotions could fray.Like a favored sweater sh..
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Who am I?I am a mosaicslathered with the dust and grime of her trauma,Countless have gazed upon me,Commenting on the beauty they believe lies beneath ..
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Some days,I must wonder what Life's idea of happiness could have in store for me.Is it just me,training and writing?Or will there be more?Perhaps, it ..
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I live for the times I can float awayOn currents of depression,Thinking of my uselessness in my realityBecause what am I really,If not a puppet waitin..
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