Picture In A Frame
Sun come up it was blue and gold.
Sun come up it was blue and gold.
Ever since I put your picture in a frame.
I loved you and I always will.
Your picture is just a memory
And something I’ll always have.
Life was great when you were around
The sun came up because of you.
But ever since you left
All I have is that,
Just your picture in a frame.
Erin Schwartz

My body
My soul
Everything within me is awake.
There's no way to keep it from happening.
Late at night my mind spins with the many thoughts of everything.
Should I go to sleep?
No, I need to stay awake and watch my thoughts take flight.
Moving quick from thought to thought, never taking rest.
My body
My soul
Always on the move
This is isn't what I choose, it's just what I am.

Night is best when I’m alone.
Like going to skip a rock or stone.
I love night best when I read,
During the day I can often mislead.
At night I can take time to read in detail.
Not getting distracted with things like texts or emails.
I often get lost within the book,
At characters lives I take a look.
A thousands lives which I have lived,
And thousands more I want to live.
And thousands more I want to live.

Erin Schwartz

Sit.
Sit quietly, all alone.
Sit.
I want to sit here by this tree and think.
Nature is a beautiful thing, it helps you think and possibly dream.
Trees.
The trees are big like mountains, shading you from all things bad.
Trees.
Giving you hope that one day you could grow as strong as thee.
Flowers.
The flowers bring great beauty to this world.
The flowers show proof of wonderful things.
Me.
I sit here quietly, filled with admiration of the beautiful sky.
The clouds, like big puffs of white fluff floating across the blue sky.
If you stare too much, one day you’ll float away like the clouds some say.
Me?
I’m more than willing to float away like the clouds, seeing the beauty of everything.
Nature is beauty, and beauty is within.
I am nature and nature is I.

Erin Schwartz

You beat me, tortured me, and practically killed me.
Because of you I became someone I hated.
I was nothing to you but a girl to take out anger on.
You opened my scars, caused all of my tears, sliced open my skin and beat me to dust.
Depression, YOU are the reason for the scars on my thigh and wrist.
The burning scars on my heart and soul.
You are the reason I felt nothing, numb, broken and cold.
There were times where I just wanted to be left alone.
I sat there being consumed by my own thoughts.
Torn apart by the voices in my head telling me to give up.
Those voices weren’t my own, they were only my imagination.
Depression, if you were able to speak you could be those voices.
You came to life in my head and that was hurting me.
Not because I wanted to give up but because you and everyone who hurt me wanted that from me.
But depression, just like my bullies you couldn’t win.
I ended up the winner and defeated you.
You are no longer the destruction within me.
You are now just a faint memory of what was once within.
Erin Schwartz