Depression is not when I attend a funeral,
And the dead have been prettied,
and the coffins have been chosen.
It is not the sorrow I feel..

Depression is not when I fail a test,
Nor is it when I dishonor my family,
Or when I make a fool out of myself that day.

Depression is when I laugh heartily with family,
And chatter fills the air, it's a grand time!
But hell.. Is it hard to breath.

Depression is when I am alone and at peace,
And the clock ticks and the ink drips,
And suddenly I am suffocating in my thoughts.
Like a deep sea of worry, stress and negativity.

Depression is when my body is stone,
And every move feels like I'm dragging tons.
And so, I shed black tears.

It is when my thoughts are in blots.
It is when I am inky.

~ M.M

I'm not one
For patience and
An overdose of
Memory loss

I wonder if
This is the pain
You felt when I
Would talk about him

And the rage
When you believe
I didn't mean
A single word I said

What can I say?
I loved him
And you?
You loved walls

Walls can be
Your new found
"Middle name!"
And I will outlive
Any name you give me

I will eventually
Reach a north and
Be more than
All the little things
You and every person
Perceived me to achieve

And on that day?
You can breathe this in
And go
Straight to south

Everyone has a hero
Girls look up to their mothers
Boys look up to their fathers
sometimes viseversa
We always learn something from them
positive or negative
his father was supposed to be his hero
to save the day in times of distress
but his hero vanished
he didn't learn anything from
his hero but to
vanish when people need you
the most