It seems to me i have no place to be. Walking these wood why don't I just leave?Why should I turn back if that's not my home?
Desire and abandonment is what I call my throne.
Flowers, birds, butterflies, and more if I go back I'll only want more.
To be free is what I truly need.
And if home isn't my place then where can I be?
I'll live In the woods and build my own home.
Cherish the forest where for now on I shall roam.

If I
Spoke my mind
I'd probably
Just end up
Talking
To myself
Because
No one
Wants to hear
My thoughts.
They are vicious.
They are cruel.

I live for the days where I'm awake at 4 am and I'm not crying
I live for the days where I'm not contemplating death
I live for the fact that yea I'm a bit anxious **** that's a good thing because you make me happy.
I live for the moments that I get to talk to you.  
I live for the moments that I feel wanted.
I live for you.

Depression is when you cry but you don't know why you're crying.
Depression is feeling like everything is going well only one minute of the day, and the rest of the day makes you feel like dying.
Depression is weakness in your body from forgetting to eat.
Depression is loud music to drown out your thoughts.
Depression is fear of not being able to get up in the morning.
Depression is fear of actually waking up and knowing you have to go on.
Depression is fear of losing everyone and everything you love.
Depression is breaking down whenever you are alone with your thoughts because you try your best to not let anyone see the darkness that you've got inside of you because for all you know it could be contagious and you wouldn't wish it upon your worst enemy.