And as I tumble through the pages
Of my favorite books,
I fantasize of a better place;
Of a life that isn’t mine;
One where I am courageous
And strong
And unbreakable.
I fantasize of a place
Where I am the heroine
Instead of the villain
In my own story.
I fantasize of this place
And pray for that world to swallow me whole

I long for the days of in between.
The days where I don’t feel like I’m drowning
Or dying of thirst.

I’ve collected many things in my life
But my favorite
Are the memories and stories
I share with you

My depression
Has changed the colors of the world
But how fond I have grown
Of the shades of blue and grey
In which I live

I like sad things.
Sad things make me happy.
Sad things make me feel
Less alone

I have learned to love my scars.
Despite the pain behind them
They serve as a reminder
Of all the times
I decided life is worth living.

Teetering on the edge of it all,
I do not fear death.
As she extends her hand to me
She whispers promises of infinite
peace
And happiness
And nothingness
As I look into her luring eyes
I finally feel at ease
with the things Ill leave behind