Run run,

will you make it?

Dead end,

dead love.

Lonely corner,

lonely heart.

You run and run throughout the maze,

looking for a happy exit to run to.

Hoping that you will breathe the fresh air,

when you have escaped the maze of life.

Sorry you've been misinformed,

this is just a never ending labyrinth and nothing more.

A girl lonely,

tired,

mistreated,

and having no hope left,

falls asleep on her tear soaked pillow.

She dances with joy in her dream,

feeling more alive than ever.

But those dreams of happiness come to an end,

when she wakes up to yelling.

Today she comes back to her pillow,

with bruises and scratches and pain in her heart.

But this time she cries tears of joy.

She has the same dream,

but this time it doesn't fade away.

The girl never woke up.

My owner has left me here

I must obey their orders, "Sit and Stay"

I'm waiting here for them

They surely come back

They love me

Right?

I must stay faithful and wait here

My belly yearns for food, and my mouth water to drink

But I must wait for them to return

I'm slowly dying

My vision is getting blurry,

And I'm not in my right mind

They aren't coming back

Are they?

My last wish is for them to know I still love them

Even after what they did to me,

And so my body will still stay here,

𝓦𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

Your friend may be the light in the dark,

your sun in the sky,

the source of your happiness and hope.

They are there when you need it,

bringing you up and getting you back on your feet.

But that same friend can reject you,

and lead you down the wrong path.

That light they were in the dark has been whisked away,

leaving you alone in the dark.

They no longer resemble a sun,

and your warm feelings with them are gone,

and with that you feel cold and alone.

Your friend may have brought you up and got you back on your feet,

but now they shove you back down on the ground,

and cause you to stumble in your walk in life.

Life is like a 3d printer, most of us don't have one.

I am dead.

I died when my spirit gave up,

it's just that my hearts beating and I'm breathing.

I am a body.

A body that was tortured by this world,

that hides the depression because of the judgement

a sad lump just doing the forced path of life.

I am not here.

A new thing is here,

one that has taken over my life,

controlling my every movement,

because I have given up.

Depression is here, and again it has claimed another tired, weary, lifeless soul.

Rain is small bullets,

falling from the sky.

Drowning insects,

flooding animals homes.

Splattering against the windshield,

doing no harm.

Reminding me of the painful bullets of depression,

constantly piercing my broken heart.