Every once in a while
life will trip you.
more than every once in a while
but it will happen when you're at your best
when you're confident
strong.
It means no harm
It trips so you will fall
and catch yourself
Before you plunge into the dark and unseemingly near depths of
narcissism
It humiliates? Perhaps save
You have been reminded to stay humble.
The depths may be closer than they appear
Stay humble
Don't give life a reason to trip you
a desire for you to fall.

Talk to me
let the words that have been colliding in your mind
free
As you wring your hands
and as a crease forms between your eyes
I will be here
simply listening

as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust

but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands

and is with sleep….

love,
    the breaking

of your
        soul
        upon
my lips

It is one of the most
emotionally tolling things I have ever been through
We sweat
We bleed
We cry
We fear
Over what?
The most mundane things
GPA, AP classes, Dual Credit
Where to sit at lunch today?

It's the new silent killer
It doesn't run at us with
knives or guns
but approaches discreetly
we don't
see it coming until the
insanity
is upon us

by then it is far too late
now we can just clutch our rosary and hope the madness
will subside
with our GPA
still intact.

Who says depression
Must be gray?

It's not

I see red
In the blood
From my cuts

I see,
Blues, greens, purples
In the bruises
From the
"Accidents"

I see white clearness
In the tears
From the sadness

I see orange and yellow
From the hot
Bursts of pain

So take it from me,
Depression
Is not simply
*Gray

Yeah I'm fine

I just tripped
Off a cliff

I'm just chipped
Into a million pieces

It's only a scratch
But I'm bleeding out

I'm fine as always
*Just dying inside

It's been six days
I've slept maybe six hours
Probably less

That's not enough
For one night
Let alone
One week

You see,
On the off chance
I escape my mind
From it's torrents
Of memories

It's not into
The world of dreams
It's into
The world of nightmares

So I stay awake

By choice or not
Sleep is a priviledge
I do not recieve