If Depression was a color,
It would be Black
As Black as a Midnight Sky.
If Depression was a taste
It would be just like Tears.
If Depression was a feeling
It would be as Bad as a Downing But Alive.
If Depression was a smell
It would be Like choking as a Puff of smoke.
If Depression was a sound,
It would be As slient as a The dead of night.

To share my dreams with
To sleep next to every night
To laugh with everyday
To have children with
To love and cherish
To marry one day
To watch endless movies with
To spend forever with
To simply BE with
I would choose you
Every single time
EVERY SINGLE DAY
*ALWAYS

I want to tell him
I want him to know.
He is something to me.
He is my best friend.

Where have I gone?
Where is the real me?
Where is the little Siearra that doesn't care who laughs at her?
Why can't I be my old self again....
When can I stop caring?
Will I ever be the same?
No one should care about me...

I would

take a bullet for you
to save you

fall off a building for you
retrieving your dearest possession

steal something for you
if you wanted it enough

never talk you to again
if it meant your safety

do all these things
even when I know you wouldn't do the same for me

**** I love him..
I don't want to lose him ever.
If I do lose him I don't know what I would do..

The first punch has been thrown.
Right to the heart.
Second punch..
Right to the soul.
Third punch.
Right to the mind.
Always to the mind..
Always to the heart..
And always to the soul..
Why is it when they throw a punch they make it towards the heart?
Why is it that when they start something they never finish you off?
All it takes is one more punch.
One more and you're done for..