Sitting in a dingy shed
with dust covered chairs.
My clothes sticking to my skin
from hot humid air.
The smoke swirls around the room dancing,
against the black night.
Creating memories I cannot forget,
hoping we will be alright.

Blame the skies
for giving me the ability
to believe in infinity
in endless chances
after making mistakes
in numerous again's

Blame the seas
for instilling a sense of curiosity
that's seduced by mystery
under the pretty blue surface

Blame the stars
for granting me so many wishes
but never fulfilling my favorite ones

Blame my mind
for not having any borders
that filter what comes out of my mouth

Blame my heart
for rippling emotions that splash
that burn with spontaneity and glow with passion

Blame my dreams
for diluting my reality
with my favorite happy ending

Blame my mouth
for planting promises
on your lips that I wish
I can pinky promise forever

Blame my hands
for caressing and massaging
all the pleasures of life, the pleasures
of being natural, into that thick skin

Blame my words
for saying things
my mouth
will always
fail
to
vocalize
and finally
blame the
last moon
for always
reminding me
of you every time
it's full
anywhere
I am

At one moment, your depression is telling you that you don't care what happens. Then the next moment, your anxiety is screaming and clawing at you to do something. Having depression and anxiety is a constant war inside of yourself. Though, there are no winners.

Anxiety
is a breath never released
suffocation of the lungs
and the whole of your mind
Anxiety
is a clock
that never stops ticking
with the constant click, from past to present
Time never ends
and oh darling
nor does anxiety.

Somebody once told me hearts are made of glass, meant to be broken. Now I know as I dig the fragments of my innocents into my already scared skin to ease the pain.
My eyes are red as I cry, bleeding my tears, I whisper to my self that death is near.
Somebody once told me I will break, crumble under the weight of the world I try to support on my shoulders.

She was only 14.
It all started last year when her boyfriend used her and her best friends accused her, she went home and her mom and dad abused her. She tried to be happy.
Push the dark thoughts away, she slowly started losing faith.
It all started with the pencil sharpener, getting worse day by day.
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four.
It seemed like every single day there were more.. Until,
She had enough of their judging eyes, she wrote a note explaining why she died..
It started,
Mommy I hate you, daddy too!
You never loved me, I always knew..
I die for you now there is nothing you can do, when you lay me in the ground please don't stick around, please don't show sorrow for tomorrow you will forget my name. To you my life was a game, and I just stuck out!