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  Oct 2018 Hallie Richardson
Chloe
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
  Oct 2018 Hallie Richardson
adriana
she was the maker, he was her muse
a creative girl with everything to lose

she colored her canvas with her bleeding heart
she loved him and watched her world fall apart

she got her heart broken but kept a blank face
knowing that there are some mistakes you can't erase

she gave up her art, a lover betrayed
her pure white mind turned a darker shade.
And then there were seven.
Looking at you is like looking at sunlight through the trees,
The way the golden beams filter through the leaves is like your smile,
Would you stay here for a while,
And make my skies as blue as your eyes?

Holding you is like being complete,
Like my arms around your waist is the last puzzle piece,
So would you stay here with me,
Till I forget what it felt like to be empty?

Hearing your laugh is like a melody,
The sweetest song ever sung to me,
Would you laugh again, please,
So I can memorize every note of this symphony?

You are a masterpiece,
Every part crafted perfectly,
From your sky blue eyes to your golden heart that lies,
So sweetly in your chest,

Where I want to lie,
When I'm craving rest,
'Cause the best place in the world,
Is next to you.
A little something I wrote for my ex-boyfriend.
Oh I would wait,
You know I would,
Until the end of time,

Until all was gone,
Even the dust,
And then you would be mine,

We would float in the great black nothing,
The only things at all,
With no fear of falling,
Because there’s nowhere to fall,

I’d give you my heart,
It’d be mine to give,
It would only be yours,

We would be together,
From then on,
Infinitely, now into forever.

But we will both end,
Long before time,
And as much as it hurts,
You’ll never be mine,

So I cannot wait,
And neither can you,
For some impossible future,

So please let me go,
I’ll let you go too,
And stop pulling at these sutures,

Time may not heal,
But it will ease,
So I’m asking you now,
I’m begging you, please,

Because I would wait.
An old poem for old feelings that have since passed.
Restless, restless,
My soul is restless,
But my body is too tired to move.
He was beautiful in a broken way.

Much like a craftsman artfully distresses wood,
Life had artfully distressed his soul.
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