ive last felt so low
and i don't remember that time,
but i do sure recall the heavy feeling of all the dirt on top
of my metaphorcal grave
and this heart burn won't be helped by the liquor
but i guess this is how i hurt myself now

It seems to me
that every time
I get to a high place
I slowly
             start
                       to
                               f
                               a
                                l
                             ­     l
                                          and fail.

Yesterday I found out that the antidepressants I am on can decrease feeling in my lady parts.
I cried, not violently.
The tears slipped down my cheeks
because I realized it now affects every part of me.
My illness starts in my head, and ends in my toes.
Iam plagued with this, for what seems like forever.
Am I able to enjoy anything?
Eating makes me fat, happiness turns to sadness, my art is never good enough, *** won't make me feel a thing, friends leave, holidays disappoint me.
I hope you'll never leave me, you're my one and only.
I'm gonna marry you.
It won't get any easier, and I hope you stay for the bad and good.

I've been having dreams
Where all I do is cry
All I can remember is the overwhelming sadness making my face into rivers
The strangest thing is
I'm not unhappy when I'm awake
But it leads me to believe I
Am hiding something
From myself