Depression is having nightmares
And still not wanting to wake up
Because the terrors
Your mind makes up
Is still less scary
Then what you have
Become

They call her
Weak,
Vulnerable,
Useless.
"You are a woman after all,"
They said.
But she's more than what
They think she is.
She's an ocean of
Strength,
Courage,
Beauty.
She holds the power
Behind her cerulean eyes
To sustain life and
Drown it too.

Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.