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Chris Thomas Sep 2016
We were the exception to the rule
We were the silence in the wind
We were the weapons of mass destruction
We were the end in every friend

We were the moonlight in the daytime
We were the covenant of emptiness
We were the broken raft on the beach
We were the clumsy in clumsiness

We were the railroad headed nowhere
We were the meteors in the atmosphere
We were the liars in the candlelight
We were the dry eyes behind the tears

We were the serpents in the underbrush
We were the venom in the veins
We were once the pillars, yet now the pillaged
We were once the sun, yet now the rains
  Sep 2016 Chris Thomas
Crimsyy
Dear Readers,

Tomorrow  (10th of September 2016) is a day called Suicide Awareness Day.  And I believe it is nothing to be ashamed about. Every 40 seconds, someone is dying because another person did not speak up. This needs to stop.

There are truly beautiful souls out there that are suffering and battling with their thoughts and minds EVERY SINGLE DAY.  And I'm not putting it light. I mean EVERY SINGLE WAKING MOMENT OF EVERY SINGLE DAY.The stigma that revolves around suicide , depression and mental health in general needs to permanently dissolve.

It is PERFECTLY OKAY(to talk about your mental illness and/or your struggles...it is not at all healthy to keep heavy struggles within yourself. There are people out there that truly care and that truly want to help...and I know that seems like a lie when you are in a very dark place and that is EXACTLYwhy people need to start speaking about depression and suicide almost as if you are talking about having a cup of coffee. "I'm having a cup of coffee" can be said easily and without any fear, and that is how people who are suffering from ANY MENTAL ILLNESSESshould be made to feel.

We deserve to feel SAFE, SUPPORTED,  LOVED , APPRECIATED , UNDERSTOOD. We do not deserve to feel *MISUNDERSTOOD, UNAPPRECIATED. * And we do not deserve to be looked at or treated as parasites. People with mental illnesses have emotions too, and perhaps too many. People with mental illnesses deserve extra understanding, care and love.

So please, do not be afraid to speak up. Speak to your loved ones; a simple
"Are you okay? I just want you to know I love you and appreciate you" could save someone's life.

- Crimsyy♡

#health #wellbeing #mind #suicideawareness #awareness

Ps: **Please repost this if you agree and to show support to those suffering from depression. I promise it won't ruin your profile. Thankyou so much.
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
I'm chased by demons
But I'm not sure I want to get away
Branded by blissful consequences
I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to bring rhythm
To these chaotic days

Are you the plague on my heart?
Or the antidote I've been waiting on?
Are you dawn that floods this darkened room?
Or the black hole absorbing everything?

I'm chased by demons
But I'm not sure I care who catches me first
Branded by blissful consequences
It's clear I have no hope of ever quenching
This undeniable thirst

Are you the wooden door to my memories?
Or the padlock resting against it?
Are you the blood coursing through these veins?
Or the edges drawing it from these open wounds?
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
So you weave an elaborate tale
And you feed the endless consumption
But when it all
Comes down
To the truths, the rights, and the wrongs

You're just a coward
A foundation of putty and lies
Days are dwindling
And your roots
Are showing to be brittle and breakable
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
Wretched
The stains of red seep deeper
And deeper within my soul
Befitting that it would come to this
As my colors erode
And my heaven explodes

Terrified
Balancing on a highwire
Raised ever higher
Westerly winds and a scarecrow's smile
Cause a bleach to rain
And lovesick ignorance to feign

Granted
Take me there and leave
Every splotch of innocence
Shrouds me in handwoven temptations
Save me from all their comfortable lies
Save me from becoming a dead man's prize
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
Where the concrete ends
And my insanity begins
There are drab reminders of failures
And sorrows that drift towards the sea
Hate means everything
And love means nothing
Neither live in this broken harbor
And neither care about my fate

Anchors away
A way to drown
Beneath the current of my dreams
And the weight of her smile
Shame means everything
And fame means nothing
Neither take the sadness from my hands
And neither will save me anymore
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
I raise the blinds to let the world in
Fix your coffee just to see you smile
Footfalls echo throughout the hallway
And I want to stay here for a while
I hear the shower running
Knowing how hot you like the water
I reflect on the evolution of us
And how our love burned even hotter
Simple complexity is our principle
Our imbalance is a shortened fuse
I dream of different happy endings
You dream of life as a muse
I hear the hum of Adele through walls
Amazing all that a heart can distort
This love born in a summer haze
Is flatlining on fall's life support
I grab my keys and wallet
Yet leave my prudence on the table
Goodbye is never uttered
Because tomorrow is always unstable
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