You met me at a very strange time
In my life
When I didn't want to be saved
When all I wanted
Was to be buried alive
And I don't know how
But
You made me want to save myself
And that's how
I knew
You were dangerous

This is the poem
For all the lovers
Who are not loved in return

This is the poem
For all the thinkers
Trapped inside their heads

This is the poem
For all the lonely ones
Without someone to hold

This is the poem
For all the alcoholics
Drinking themselves to sleep

This is the poem
For all the writers
Stuck between the lines

This is the poem
For all the tired ones
Losing sleep over themselves

This is the poem
For everyone listed above
For no one else
No exceptions

I love the way
Your legs brush
Against mine
In the morning


And I love waking up
Late at night
To brush my fingers
Down your face


But I no longer know
If you are the one
I wish to brush legs with
In the morning


Whether I stay or go
Please don't forget
How ardently
I have loved you


And please don't
Push me out
And never
Let me back in


I feel so selfish
To leave you
But to need you
To stay hooked on my chain


But I will never know
If I don't leave
And I will never leave
If I know I'll never get you back

They hugged goodbye
But continued talking
Old love catching fire again
It was as if time stood still
Neither one of them wanting to leave
I watched from a distance
The way she looked at him
And the way he looked at her
Then they said their final goodbye
I watched her leave
And him go the other way
But then I saw her
Turn around to look at him
But he didn't look back
She left a piece of her heart in that goodbye
And he took it with him

Depression is a war
A battle against yourself,
Every thought is a bullet,
Every movement is a punch.
Every word is a stab in the heart,
Depression is a thief
It steals everything you once had
Everything left behind is the things
that keep you trapped
Depression is a ******
It killed the boy I use to be
I look in the mirror,
And I see this thing
Depression is a zombie.
You aren't alive but you're alive
But you're unaware of what's happening
You're the walking dead
Depression is a nightmare
You wake up into hell
You're afraid of living.
Everything seems impossible to bear.
Depression is an ocean.
A sea of emotions
You're drowning everyday
However you're never saved
Depression is a bottomless pit.
Never ending pain,
Never ending struggles
There is no light
There is no escape
depression is a war.
A constant battles within
Yourself
I think I might surrender for I had enough
Depression is a war
You either win
Or you die trying
And I'm afraid to say I'm losing..

You asked

"What's the scariest part?"

I answer;
"the scariest part is not the feeling of
loneliness
Or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain,
Of emptiness.

Th scariest part
Is the realization
That you have lost yourself
completely
Sinking in as you lay awake
At 2am
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even try
because you don't even care."

I am the human contradiction
I have no self confidence
Yet I have a massive ego
I want to turn my life around
Yet I want to die
I want people to think I have no weakness
Yet all I want to do is cry
I want to be the best at everything
But I don't want to try
I want to stop hurting myself
But that's all I seem to do
I don't want people seeing my scars
Yet I want them to know I'm scared
When I wake up I want to be happy
But I don't want to wake up anymore