It's another day of work,
I'm hungover.
I'm tired
The snow is settled,
surely melting.
My depression has me
locked in the bathroom.
Ten minutes.
Management,
Give me ten minutes
To swallow my sorrow
I'll sit in the bathroom
count my heartbeat,
And
Remember the sweet kiss
Of the summer sun.
Ten minutes to bask in my sorrow.
Management,
Give me ten minutes.

Snow to my hips outside the house
While I do chores
While you sleep.
I watch you quietly for a while.
I watch you rest.
Sleep tight
while I figure out
What I'll do until I'm tired.

The moon falls behind the horizon taking her light with her.

Being an inconvience to the ones you do truly love.

I offer a helping hand to others
Though fleeting, It brings me joy
I'm so depressed
I can hardly manage a smile
I can hardly manage a heartbeat
I'm falling.
I'm falling victim to my thoughts.
I feel alone
I feel alone.
I feel alone.  
Feeling is so hard these days.
I don't want to fight anymore.
I don't want it to be winter.
I don't want this.
I don't want this.
Save me
Save me
Help
Help
Help me.
Please.

I never understood God.
Maybe I still don't.
On second thought,
I still don't.
I never understood how anyone
Could follow something they can't see.
Something they don't truly understand.
I'm starting to think God is around.
I'm starting to see the beauty of life
Maybe because I'm at the bottom
Maybe because this winter has been especially hard.
Maybe because I have reason to look to the cosmos.
Who knows.
There isn't a temple I'd set foot in.
But God,
If you're listening.
I'm here.
I need you.
Something beyond other's words
Prove to me things will be okay.

I'm learning, ever so slowly, what people mean when they say I'm "rough around the edges"

I'm becoming softer
The heavy, angry punk music that used to play from my iPod

Has become softer, slower
More hopeful

Is this what it means to find peace?