your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

She wrote love stories to hide the fact that she didn’t have one of her own.

You
Made a promise that you knew
Couldn't possibly come true
Now the walls are painted blue
And it's all because of
Me
Made a deal I couldn't keep
It torments me as I sleep
Oh it haunts me and I weep
In the vain pursuit of
Us
Took a bet we couldn't trust
All that shines has turned to rust
As it fades away to dust
Left us grasping at the

As we sit down to our dinners,
as we open our romance books,
people die.

We sip our water;
their guts spill open.
We study our notes;
their planes crash.

We live;
they die.
We breathe;
they suffocate.

We are testaments to chance,
to luck, to possibility.

We are not products of God.

We are blind goats trotting on our path
before we perish, suddenly,
and vanish into death.

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i am trapped.
trapped in my own mind and trapped in this family.
overprotective is what you are.
i can’t grow, i can’t spread my wings and be free.
i am numb, to the point of no return.

let me be. free me from this misery.
because i don’t think i can take it anymore.
i’ve debated a million times in my head if i should leave.
runaway from this place.

maybe then i’ll be happy, but what if i'm not?
living in this world is stressful.
worrying about what other people think of me.
trying to live up to the standard that is our society today.

worry about my hopeless future.
there’s no point anymore.
no point in living in this tragedy.
i shall take this gun to my head and remove myself from this tragedy once and for all.
god, let me join you.

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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.