do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you

Love me or hate me
Either way, you are thinking about me.

poetry is the worst addiction
after a while you notice
you are immune to it
& your writings
portray no emotions to yourself
but the world is still moved

How do you explain to someone
That you don't need religion or a god
to love or live this life

Embrace sorrow
Embrace uncertainty
Embrace hope

Nobody really knows why we're here
And there's the mad glorious fun of it

Even when the depression comes- an engulfing wave
and suddenly the lights go out- a blackout for weeks!
And it seems impossible to go a day without tears-
This too shall pass.

Life waits to spring out at you;
you will turn the corner
It will take your hand and show you things
to make you fall in love with it again.