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 Feb 2016 Death by Daydream
Day
it was too hard to constantly be around
some who
i loved
but didn't love me
or at least
"not in the same way"
 Jan 2016 Death by Daydream
Darcy
Depression?
It's like a vacuum in your soul
Where you can't breathe.

Depression?
It's like disguising yourself as a daydream
When the nightmare is inside you.

Depression?
Is when you fall into the depths of your fears
And never be able to crawl out of it.

Depression?
Is repeating, every single day:
"I am fine."
 Jan 2016 Death by Daydream
chris
society: be yourself

society: no, not  *like that
How did we get here
where vitamin water turned into ***** and the power of innocence changed to the courage of
alcohol. The boys no longer opening car doors and the girls trading in t-shirts for crop tops that show off
what they were or weren’t wearing.
Where sneaking a soda after dinner turned into hiding a flask at the family party where we used to play games
like hip-scotch and dodge ball instead of drinking hard whisky and Jack.
The promises made in the D.A.R.E. program about not doing drugs or drinking
were traded in for drunk driving and “just one hit.”
How did we get here
where grape juice turned into white wine and a nervous kiss under the bleachers
at the Friday football game moved to steaming up the windows in the back seat of that car
at the party on Saturday night.
The knocking on your neighbor’s door for them to come out and play moved to texting
in the driveway and hanging out means sitting on your phone
while sitting on the couch next to someone else.
How did we get here,
where root beer turned to Busch lite and being home before dark
switched to struggling to be home before the sun came up.
The parents not knowing their innocent children are making children and kids being too drunk to remember
they promised to go to Church on Sunday morning.
Where asking for forgiveness overpowered asking for permission and sorrys turned into whiskey shots
and make up ***.
How did we get here
with a drink in one hand and the other around my waist while you lean into me too drunk
to stand on your own.
This is the first time we’ve spoken since that day last June and I can’t help but notice why.
How did we get here
where the power of innocence changed to the courage from alcohol?
Have you ever wondered what would hurt most: Saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing you had?
I would choose otherwise.
Dear depression you can't win
Your dark shadow posed to descend
Always pretending to be my only friend
Constantly blaming the fool within

But you see
Even if somebody gives me a hard time
You can't block my sweet sunshine
All these layers of who I am
Cannot be undone by simple spam

My devices has an off button
My mind cannot be limited
To these circuits of cyber bliss
And certainly not controlled
By the words of some avatar
Who uses words as fist...
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