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Jan 2015 · 331
You laughed in my dream
slythersnake18 Jan 2015
But when I surfaced
You weren’t there and I never
Saw you smile again
Jan 2015 · 9.2k
Crazy
slythersnake18 Jan 2015
They call me crazy
Not the soft sad sighs crazy
No, I’m the crack-snap-crash
Crazy, in your face crazy
But then again, aren’t we all?
Jan 2015 · 607
Depression
slythersnake18 Jan 2015
Drowning in a deep black ocean
Entombed in a stone casket of my own making
Pain washes over me. Will it ever end or will I be
Ripped apart by the power of my own grief? It seems
Endless.
Sorrow is my world now, the only thing I know. This
Silence is deafening
In this hole I have dug
Outside, they see me smile, but
Nobody hears me cry
slythersnake18 Jan 2015
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

— The End —