It's brutal, really, the way you handle me sometimes.
I'm made of glass, not elastic.
I cannot bend to your every need.
If you drop me, I will not fall like a feather.
I will break, and you will be the one picking up the pieces.

He's only as genuine as he seems.
For the only time you can catch him in a lie
Is the time that you have real proof, not intuition.
Though we all know our senses extend far beyond the short story our two eyes tell.
The question is, which sense can you trust?

Warm blankets envelope me.
A hot cup of chamomile rests dutifully by my side.
The sound of fake rain drops emanates mechanically from my phone.
And there I am, trying to block it all out.
Trying to forget what you did.
Even though it haunts me, crushes my relationships,
Erases my self-esteem,
And wriggles its way into every good dream.

I am so tired of it,
Pushing myself to be 'normal,'
To not sound lost, or confused.
Smile!
Don't worry!
The most common, uncreative commands
Thrown at me with scarce empathy
Meanwhile, my concerns are brushed to the side,
Lazily swept away.

Am I okay, you ask?
I sincerely doubt it.
What I do know though,
Is how much it doesn't matter.
My life goes on, despite how much I resent the passage of time.
Despite how I count down to not only the end of the day, but the end of me.
And as the clock ticks, I realize each second is wasted.
It's wasted on my negativity.
So, maybe I should just be okay for once,
Even if it hurts.
What do I have to lose?

When you're depressed, it's hard to say 'yes.'
'Yes' to the start of a new day.
'Yes' to any opportunity that comes your way.
'Yes' to a friend in need.
'Yes' to doing a good deed.
Because 'no' is easy, 'no' is safe.
'No' allows you to stay in that cold, dark place.

Look, you can see the future in her eyes.
She can't help but plan and prioritize.
She always thinks seven days ahead, every week.
She can't live in the moment;
Her life is bleak.