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  May 2014 Delaney
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"So what does depression feel like"*

It feels like trying to run through the sand after you have just climbed out of the ocean.

Like trying desperately to hang on to the merry-go-round spinning out of control.

Like struggling to keep your head above water in a wave pool.

Like trying to climb up a steep slide and slipping down just as you almost reach the top.

Like gasping for air after you've had the wind knocked out of you.

Like having a crush on life knowing life will never like you back.

Do you understand now?
  May 2014 Delaney
Ellie
Hope is a balloon
Inflated with love
It rises up above

It is strong for a few short hours
Then loses what is has
Never to be as good as
It was before

Hope is something that kids let go
Adults seek
And elders hold on to
Just like a balloon
Delaney May 2014
she wasn't beautiful
like all of those girls in the magazines
or, the number that was constantly on her mind
frankly, she wasn't beautiful in a lot of ways
but, she was beautiful in the was that the ocean kisses the shore time and time again, or
in the way the sun shines on the moon in its darkest of times
or how an owl questions who when the answer was right in front of him
she wasn't beautiful in posture or talent but in what she was
everyone is beautiful in who they are and what they accomplish. they're personalities and they're attitudes are what make a persona person. someone with cheap fake nails and a fake *** smile doesn't do any justice to who they are inside. don't let "society" tell you who you're suppose to be. make that decision for yourself and don't let too many people restrict your life.
Delaney May 2014
we're living in forever.
this is the time that the people before us
could have never have known
Delaney May 2014
i don't usually have a way with words
but when it comes to you
i feel at home
my words become clear
and i hope you hear them
because they're
i
love
you
Delaney May 2014
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