Why do we dwell on the past
When life is full of contrast
Do we find peace in pain
Or do we just sit and remain

If we simply forget
Will we feel triumphant
I feel that memory is key
But yet you do not truly see

What burns inside
And tears the new divide
Or do you find comfort in what you confide
I do not care what you did to me...

Because you are just a *beautiful memory

I hate this feeling
But time and time again
This feeling is everything but appealing
I reach for a blade but what have I to gain

I feel sick; knotted stomach
For my demons are feeding
I try to think but my head it aches
I feel my emotions building; breeding

I hate this feeling
But this cage I wait
Ever so patiently waiting
for my demons to escape

*I whisper "Not again"

I may not post poetry all
The time, but when I do
it's from the heart and I stop my fall
I hope I make you feel the same too

    I will not live forever
this fact I have accepted
but my words do not endever
my fears aren't of death but loss protected

    My faith is not questioned
My trust is un-shooken
pain I have sustained is not treated
the wounds gape and are unforgiven

   In pain I seek salvation
But I dare not ask for I fear
not of death but to find a solution
the solution to depression and Find
                         *THE CURE

Dearest friend,
Where have you gone?
What has happened to you? What has been done?
Once an elegant flower, you seem to be losing your petals.
And I will not rest until your troubles are settled.
Through the fire, you walked by my side.
Now it is my turn to save your hide.
Misery has taken you under its wing. But, I am taking you back.
For now misery shall have us both, for I cannot bear to see your life slack.
I love you as though you were my blood, and I mean that by heart.
And for you, I will fight until I am torn apart.
So please, dear friend, I beg you now, do not hide, inform me about your troubles.
For I will help you solve them, and if I can't, if it just hurts too bad.
Then by your side I will cry as we wait for time to pass.