I lie here, broken, Or so it seems. My life half over Unraveled seams The dreams I had For you, for me Hypocrisy, hypocrisy Like shadows flee Among the light My dreams remain Just out of sight Night after night I lie awake And wonder Which wrong path I've taken Awaken, bleary eyed And tired ****, I'm late again Got fired All in search of dreams
~J Nc 9-15
Sept. '15 Clinical depression is not a choice. It's a chemical imbalance. I am an intelligent man, so when I'm in that mood, PLEEEEEASE don't tell me to "just cheer up" or "think happy thoughts", or "be positive" I've been trying that since I was about 10. Started anti depressants at 14. Along with a hospital stay, complete with suicide watch. The only thing positive, isΒ Β I'll be positive that I want to ****** you in the face. And I may be an ******* from time to time, but it's not you, it's not personal, you can't fix it, and that's when I need your support the most. And if you think I'm lazy, cuz I can't get out of bed for two days, I would GLADLY like to know what it's like to be a grinning idiot all the time, you simpleton.