Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is feeling alone,
even when you're not.
Depression is feeling worthless,
like you can't do anything right.
Depression is feeling trapped
inside your own dark mind.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is feeling so empty
like there's nothing left inside of you.
Depression is randomly crying
for no reason at all.
Depression is waking up in the morning
and wishing you didn't.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is getting sad
about nothing at all.
Depression is when you feel so empty
you cut your own skin open-
Just to feel something.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is an illness
that is so hard to fight off.

I'm afraid the way she walks into the night
Will become hands from hell and darkened stars
That she denies the moon which fights to save her
And no sun may rise again to grace her skin
Even the scars tell a story
Even the stars
But evening is calling
I'm afraid the way she walks into the night

Do not know hell the way I do
Do not step barefooted on the rocks of futures torture
Let the sharpened edges scream
And carve the flesh

She was born with a name in your heart
A whispered truth
As the world around grows loud
It speaks to her

I'm afraid the way she walks into the night
With a ghost in her shadow and a pain on her palm
That even the beauty of love would not be felt
And no morning comes with this loss
Even the moon cries her image
Even the nebulas grow her direction
But evening was meant to be dark
I'm afraid the way she walks into the night

Do not know hell the way I do
When we wish on satellites to maybe see a star
And we only ever know the witching hour
In all its hateful dimensions

She was born the hope of the light
A frenzied dream
A constellation mind
And silent screams

I'm afraid the way she walks into the night

I am a ****** up poet
A starving artist
A punk rock Elvis
Sometimes you just gotta go all out
Because your the king
Man
And you just can't help it

Van Gogh died poor
And alone
In a field that was his last expression
He died by his own hand
And it wasn't even raining
When it should have been

I don't even see myself when I look in a mirror
And you don't see what I see when you look at me
You see a smiling lover
Enjoying life though all the struggle
I live life as Pagliacci
A ****** up poet

I put on a great show
And I weep during intermission

Behind a locked door.
Broken, and shattered.
Illusions unknown.
Scared, and battered.
He cuts his legs.
Cries in pain.
Nobody can see.
he's going insane.

Let me talk you off that edge
I can see your standing on
Your standing calm
But remember life is beautiful

Don't cut your wrist
Don't look for no tomorrow
Don't feel hate
Don't feel sorrow

And I've been there before
I know you won't hear
Unless I'm compelling
Please hear what it is I'm telling you

I have blood in my veins
Boiling times a Scorpio
My birthday was yesterday
Really was it happy?

But still I'm holding on
Can I be strong? And make the change,
I'm waiting on
I can't if I don't believe it

Well I believe
I believe
I believe in a bright tomorrow
I hope that you do to

my scars
do not define
who i am
but define
the reasons why
i am
who i am

Dear Momma,
The monster got me.
He dug his nails
Into my bones.
I swear every
Time I cried
He rejoiced
My tortured groans.

I fought hard,
Momma. I swear I did.
I gave up everything
Ive ever had to give.
He took my hair;
My piece of mind.
Yet still he wouldn't
Let me live.

But there's one thing
He'll never have, momma
No matter the pain
Or immeasurable weight
Of this hellish trauma.
He'll never have my soul
For your love for me
Is far too great.

They said I was special
Called me brave and strong.
Claimed me a warrior;
They've never been more wrong.
For I was but a child
Too afraid to turn around.
They'll never know that truth
For my heartbeat's 'ever gone.

-ARI