to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

The stars shine bright

as the moon emits light

It's all prettier than I write




I write about depression

My obsessions

and my daily confessions




It's easier to write

than to fight

most of the time




I write by candlelight

or so I wish

I instead write by a LED light

The one I bought on wish

but that's not the important bit




The sun & the moon

will always upstage

this fool

after all,

they're too

**** beautiful

Strangeness is what's still keeping me alive
And making me happy.

Our feelings are crushing together,
We are two birds of impossible  feather.

Define stupid,
And don't do anything stupid,
And when you do anything stupid,
Redefine stupid.

depression is something that will go away.
sooner or later, but it will leave you.

two and a half years ago, i was so depressed that i couldn't get up anymore. literally. for eight weeks.

and now i'm satisfied with myself. because I simply accepted my longing.

that's it.