I'll be honest as well- Depression has been with me Even before I began my teenage years. There have been some gleaming moments Of happiness, but it is never long
Until the ground reveals itself as thin ice And I fall through it.
My reaction Every time Is to breathe deep We all know what would happen If I were to stop
And I keep breathing deeper For I know at least I'm alive.
The misty sprites in speckled shadows dance among the ferns on the forest floor. Hemlock and western red cedar giants tower above the fungus jungle on the rotting leaves. The sun alters the smell of rain, and a light wind coaxes the wet from the branches. I think as quietly as I can because I am an intruder.
There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martini, Ere the dining and dancing begin, And to tell you the truth, It is not the vermouth-- I think that perhaps it's the gin.
Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.
We fear there is something unknown the secret we share keeping its owns the point that we feel we miss the endless rope we seem to be bound with.
We know this is not a common dot a weak connection traveling where our fingers cross a perfect edge ready to cut our threads the ones that we care so much of.
After all after all the insanity passed i knew that my mind rested in the exact same borderline as yours had.