At one moment, your depression is telling you that you don't care what happens. Then the next moment, your anxiety is screaming and clawing at you to do something. Having depression and anxiety is a constant war inside of yourself. Though, there are no winners.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
all my structures are temporary
made to bend in the wind
its when I get bogged down in the detail
it feels like concrete setting
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
Mozzarella on my Pizza just burnt my tongue
Moral of this event:
" The one you love the most is the one who hurts you the most."
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
My room,
Both a death camp and a safe zone,
Rather wither away,
Than face execution.
Open door,
Deep breath,
Failure.
Hand over my feelings,
back to bed,
laying there,
friends were a conspiracy.
Leaving this house a teenage floor of lava,
To the armory,
Wield headphones and an over grown coat.
Open door,
Deep breath,
Stand.
The sun hurt as if i just left a space ship,
Fear of both know and unknown,
On this planet I was the alien.
Open gate,
Deep breath,
Walk.
Pavements conveyor belts,
Pushing out ghouls of society,
Cubicle bound,
Grey walls.
Yet still asked why so scared,
Of what I wish was just in my head,
This earth,
The land of dead.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
As I descend downward
into darkness.
I find myself collecting
omens like a **********
collecting diseases.
Fighting demons,
my eyes cannot see.
Doesn't mean they're any
less real than you or I.
Living in the dark.
The Sun's too sad to shine today.
And you, my Love, are equally as sad.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
Welcome to the South,
where we teach
Christ's compassion,
rather than put it into action.
Where we honor the
Red, White, and Blue,
but only want to share it with a few.
Welcome to the South,
Where our values are just as backwards as our deep fried diet,
and our minds are
just as closed as our hearts.
So pull up a chair,
or a double-wide,
Grab a peach
or a pecan pie,
'cause ain't nothin'
gonna change,
till DixieLand dies.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
What is it that holds the oceans back
or makes the flowers bloom
what is it that hangs with precision the sun
and makes it to chase the moon
What is it that makes us savor love
and makes our minds to dream
what gives a baby his first breath
and just the right air to breathe
What makes us long for something more
Contentment, a school boy's crush
We chase it around 'til we think it's cornered
But it always escapes in a rush
We're all searching for something deeper
Something beyond our mortal power
We won't find it in our vices
Or atop the Ivory Tower
I found the answers in eternal hope
And everything unseen
My treasures lie on the other side
This life is but a dream
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
and maybe we spend
our entire lives
running away from
our greatest fears
only to have them consume us in the end.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
I try to look brave, confident and strong
in front of everyone, it may be wrong.
It's because I learned to hide
what I really feel inside.
Even if it kills me, I am too proud
to show the real me to the crowd.
Unlike most people I always thought
it's better to have regrets than remorses.
So yes I'm dying behind my disguise
but you'll never see it through my eyes.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
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*Lead dripping from
empty sockets,
a clock hissed in serpent hours,
it's venom oozing from the crystal walls*
it's 4 a.m. you insomnia lunatic.
*I'm too busy admiring,
how the man in the moon slithered through
these blinds on my soul-swept window.
That night I was a canvas,
as the moonlight stripped my arm raw of shale,
and tinted my skin with*
silvertongue.
***And when he was finished,
tiger stripes tattooed my thinning vessel.***
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC