The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.

i wanted
to grow
up
too fast
rush things
too fast
and
now
i
dont
know
where
my life
has went
-(cpm)

People say they wont change
In the end they always do

They change for society
Thats now the priority

I guess that i'll change too.

I dread, I worry
Im scared to say sorry
The night I left made you understand
The true person I really am

I fear I wont have you back
For I am reckless

I fear I wont get to say goodbye
For I am emotionless