Are you falling or rising when you have freedom? The questions go on, but this one is the most important one…
Tis you should tell yourself that over and over again.
Y’all tend to think y’all are better right? Because nobody has seen what you’ve done in the dark.
You should already know by now that you become what you speak, so be careful who you talk apon.

People tend to dance around their problems, dodging because they are afraid they are the problem.
People fill the void with everyone they meet. But us depressed people get told it’s all in our head, yet they still wonder why we bottle it all up.
We talk about our feelings, but now we are the ones who are oversensitive.
We often feel it’s a lonely road and they don’t care about what we know.
And sometimes we just chill with our demons and that’s it…
Like take us back to yesterday we say ever so often.
Sometimes we just need a hug from someone who is proud of us…
Sometimes the waves hit us like a wall of bricks, and SOMETIMES this is the type of stuff our friends don’t wanna be bothered with.

Depression is like the tides and currents you can’t control.
It’s like we have a purpose, but we only have so much time.
Are we being tested with freedom?

We tend to smile because it confuses people. Because it is easier than explaining what is killing us inside.
We are simply just victims whose story hasn’t been told…
We like to say “living well is the best revenge” and “having self-humanity is powerful”
It gets dark before dawn for us.
We feel we are running out of roses to give, and we wonder… where do all the lonely people go?
That’s when we realize… hearts can break themselves.

And that leads us back to the question “Are you falling or rising when you have freedom?” I think it is both because you see, when you have freedom, you have the choice to do whatever you want basically, it’s like handing the world to you early and it really just depends on who has the freedom to decipher if you will be falling or not. Because you see, you have the option to call for help if it is there, but sometimes it’s not there, and you have to guide yourself… but that’s not always the case, you can rise because you also have the option to become creative, or sometimes you can choose to do the right thing even if nobody’s watching, but then there are times where you think you are doing the right thing or you are… but you still fall… that’s where depression comes in suppressing your scream and making you bottle up emotions and some you never even knew you had, and everything above this paragraph is your thoughts...

All Clay feels at first is loved.
He thinks to himself, how could he ever find someone new?
Clay feels that this girl is the one, and nothing will change that.
But he has sadly mistaken love over patience…
Then before he knew it, it was like suffering a death from a thousand papercuts.
Things begin to shift… conversations become shorter, less meaningful, emotionally distant, and you can’t quite decipher.

It’s like a gradual cooling Clay and this girl are going through.
But it’s a hollow echo of what it once was, she assures him that she still cares, but the spark is not there anymore, the spark that ignites the flame to love…
The weight of his emotional absence settles upon him, crushing him under the burden of unanswered questions and unspoken anxieties.

The worst part? There is no clear break-up, the relationship simply… withers. It dies a slow, quiet death, leaving him stranded in the wasteland of unanswered questions, agonizing him over what he did wrong, while she moves on seemingly unaffected.
With the loss of something he never truly lost, but it vanished like mist in the morning sun.
The lingering uncertainty of whether it was ever real at all… That’s the worst heartbreak.
That truly destroys him, leaving him questioning life and wondering if he ever truly mattered to her or anyone.

For anyone who truly, genuinely understands what that’s like. When the intimacy fades…
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Healing takes time… remember that this experience, though painful, can lead to growth and deeper understanding of yourself and what you deserve in a relationship. This type of heartbreak can shake your beliefs about love and relationships. Take time to redefine what love means to you. Once the initial emotional pain subsides, take some time to reflect on the relationship. What went wrong? What were the warning signs you missed? Usually this type of heartbreak often leaves you questioning your self worth and value, so re-establish your sense of self by focusing on your own interests, and remember… you are never alone when it comes to this.

If it isn’t you, then who is it?
You see, happiness is a fleeting visitor, while sorrow is a permanent resident.
The silence after the storm is the loudest sound; it’s the space left by the echos of what’s lost forever.

You see, the hardest thing about letting go isn’t the goodbye, it’s the constant, quiet ache of what it could have been.
So here I lie in the house of broken glass carrying the weight of unspoken words and a silent symphony of regrets.

As the world continues its vibrant dance, oblivious to the quiet death of my heart, time freezes almost literally, and every sunrise mocks the darkness that has settled within me.
The weight of the world settles on my shoulders, a burden to heavy to bear, yet you can take the world off my shoulders so it wouldn’t be hard to move, but you’d rather wait until I’m crying and calling for help…

You see, the beauty of the world is a cruel irony, a painful reminder of what I cannot feel.
Silence screams louder than any sorrow I could express.
My life is a house of broken glass; beautiful from afar, but dangerous to touch. A memory each shard a moment, sharp and fleeting, beautiful and painful.

A depressed mind’s thoughts come and go. Everyone's is different.
Keep this in your mind for the rest of your days… you become what you speak.

When depressed, we tend to grow cold, dark, and numb as we slowly die. And you ever wonder why it’s mostly men who commit it? We figure why not, we’re already dead inside.
I tend to smile… because it confuses people. It’s like putting on a mask that you can’t take off, but it's easier than explaining what is killing you inside…

We often talk about our feelings, but now we are the ones who are oversensitive.
People tend to check and/or wait to see if one is failing. That’s where they wait and wait.
You see, the greatest villains are the ones who THINK they are doing the right thing.
And that's where this quote comes in… and never EVER say it thoughtlessly. “Desire becomes surrender and surrender becomes power”

Sometimes we feel we are running out of roses to give, and we tend to wonder… where do all the lonely people go?
Then that's when we realize… hearts can break themselves.

We keep playing games and we keep running from our problems, yeah we know we got them, we just don't know how to solve them.
Sometimes we feel like our shadow is the only one that walks beside us… that’s all.

Ever so I cry tears of a tiger when I feel lost in myself.
Ever so I cry tears of a tiger when I feel my heart is fragile.
I wear this chain here to distract you from the blatant sadness written on my face.
I could never get out of my way.
Sometimes I think I found a way out, yet I still get ****** in the tide.
No, I can't sit still in all this hate and abundance… I’ll get buried.
So quiet… I stay quiet, I spent half of the night trying to cope with the quiet.
The silence is almost deafening. It’s like I’m In my own coma… unresponsive I am.
They said it’s all in my head, yet they still wonder why I bottle it all up.
I can't hide myself because I’m already dead inside.
So here I sit, looking dead in the eye of the devil.
I can't move… unresponsive I am.
Sometimes I feel it’s a lonely road and they don’t care about what you know.
So I try… try to find light in this beautiful sea.
But yet I’m drowning in the same tub I learned how to swim in.
I know after all this rumble I should be bulletproof by now, but I took one for the team to the heart.
I’m a hard case they can't unlock…
It’s like people are talking to me like it doesn’t hurt them at all.
Maybe I’ve always been destined to end up in this place I lie in.
I fear time is running out, seconds waste away while I suffer your wrath on me.
I could swear I’ve given up on me… I think I’m too deep.
I’m up all night because I’m falling.
I’m a dog chasing cars. I’m a victim whose story hasn’t been told.
Behind me lies a broken heart that takes timeless years to fix.
I say “Living well is the best revenge” I SAY “Having self-humanity is powerful”.
Never shall I forget the flames that consumed my faith forever…
It looks my reflection is laughing at me.
I need mercy on my soul ‘fore I am mistaken for thinking I am doing the right thing.
And now… I am left with your echo.
Ever so often, I hear whispered in my ear “You know you’re not leaving here alive”. They won’t let me go.
So… ever so I cry tears of a tiger.
Ever so I cry.