Day                         and                      night

Dark                   and                   light

     Sunset          and             twilight
  
are
on
the
same
planet
parallel
coexisting
but­
miles apart
seperated
by
moments
compliment
each other
and
so
we
are

My dad warns me telling me that alcoholism runs in the family.
I laugh and tell him not to worry because I hate the taste of alcohol.

It's true, I do.

The smell.
The burning.
The warmth.

But then again,

the numb feeling it gives you is undeniable.

Sometimes it feels like alcohol is the only way to not hurt.

But remember to make sure you drink a lot. Drinking only a little wont do you any good. The last thing you want is to be MORE emotional. As if you thought that was even possible.

Drink until you feel nothing.

Your hangover might be awful in the morning, but then again it can't be worse than how you felt before drinking, right?

I'm starting to think my dad is right in worrying.

Break the chains,

The rope, the cloth,

Remove them from my body,

They're not really soft,

Erase me from your mind,

And let it all at ease,

Apparently I am dark,

I am ruthless,

I am nothing like a kind sheep,

Me, a monster,

Me, a lost, wandering soul,

Me, everything that a wolf should be,

It is I,

The one you hate,

The one you despise,

Moan not with satisfaction and pleasure,

But with an angsty, horrified and high-pitched groan

Yell not like how the waves hit the rocks,

But how a knife scratches glass,

Glass that would be broken,

Shatter me,

Yet you can't,

Because you cannot break a sword,

A sword that's already broken,

Sacred my secrets,

My secrets of my deep sadness,

It's not my darkness you see,

But the tears of my agony,

I show my catastrophe,

I don't give calamity,

Like a mirror reflects your identity,

My emotions,

My body language,

It reflects my animosity,

My life,

My well being.

It surpasses the sane mind
to think of actions after death
How stories start and how it ends
Thoughts through tangents of memory
indulges the imagination of the lucid
Our eyes see truths seldom fake to mind
but truths of ours we trust inside
We feel emotions but never of others
because we are true only to self
and not once for foreign type
We lie as well we hide our insecurities
Try to prance around a world of sensibility
But when the raven rests on one's head
it's time for time to end
Until the world restarts
and there'll be nothing to tend.

When you are struggling with depression every time you speak, breath or even blink there is one thought that will pop in your mind, "I want to **** myself" this thought is the one that over all is going to be with you from the beginning to the end. Please do me a favor, read it slowly and you will see the beauty of the world in one sentence because the fact that is only a thought and not an action shows how a place of opportunities is waiting for you. New countries to visit, New strangers to kiss. The future is a sea of new adventures waiting for a captain to sail them and the captain of your story is you, hold on this is temporary and you are not as alone as you think, I know that feeling that even your best friend is happier with someone else  that your family is going to be happier without you around is eating you alive, that's the worst feeling that a person can feel, to see all the people you love happier when you are not around and I know that is true because I feel the same but after all you need to remember: suicide may be the question but not the answer, depression is getting bigger every day but at a certain point you'll get a weapon, for me has been writing maybe for you singing or running but you will make it through. I don't know you I maybe I'll never will but if that thought is in your head and you are reading this that means that you are the bravest person on this planet and I'm a 100% sure you'll make it through. I believe in you, just give time some time to work for the beautiful ending it has prepare for you after all this suffering