I was so normal before we met,  
A normal person but a sad one,  
Your presence brought happiness,  
But before I knew it you were gone,  

I was sad then happy then sad,
When you left did I look glad ?
Like a cycle I was sad again,
Hence on my eyes it started to rain,

I looked in my sky,  
No stars no moon,  
You never said goodbye,  
aren't you coming back soon?  

The nights went dark,  
The days turned cold,
My life lost spark,  
Our pictures turned old,  

I sit alone thinking of you ,
Reviewing pictures of me and you,
A look at you enough to be blue,  
I want to find you, but I have no clue.

©2015 AROODY

humble doesn't mean without rumble.

otherwise who could ever recover from the common stumble?

New Girl

She has a beautiful smile.
She has lovely eyes.
Her voice is melodies of gold, played as platinum records on the drums of my ears.
Her skin as soft as her heart with a touch as gentle as the love she could have if she loved herself enough, to get loved.

Her self esteem is deflated by sharp words that puncture wounds into her perfection, so she's constantly rejecting gestures of compliments because all she knows is her imperfection.

Put her in a dark room and she'd still wonder about her reflection.
If her soul could reflect her physical appeal, would she then see how beautiful she could be if she she could free herself from those who find satisfaction from stealing her beauty.

Seems like her walls are twice as high as her confidence, cause her flaws got high on insults, and no matter how many compliments she drank, she was never drunk long enough for her to forget what insults sounded like.

I mean, I've had one conversation with her. She never said much, but I heard so much more than what she could say. I could tell her eyes were curious about me, but her mind reminded her that if she got too close, I'd never be mindful of her.

According to her, my aim is at her flaws. She sees me holding a gun full of emotionally draining bullets. She thinks I plan on firing her the same way her self esteem burned her so much that she can't tell a flame from a spark, so every conversation I try and spark, she puts it out with her flame of disbelief. She fights fire with fire.

Baby, I'm just trying to extinguish your fire so you never get burned again.

I have made it,
I have pieced myself up bit by bit,
Getting stronger with every hit,
With help around ,
Never let myself reach the ground ,
Where in the past I would have drowned,
My thoughts, my feelings are my embrace ,
Recovery you see, it is not a race ,
It is something which requires you to set your pace,
No matter how long you are down,
I promise you can still come around ,
With happiness your aim ,
You will never be the same ,
Although of your depression never be ashamed ,
I have scars and I have marks ,
Of which I may never part,
But accepting them is just the start,
The strength I feel now ,
Before to stop myself I did not even know how.
If you're a survivor of depression please take your bow.