My eyes ache

they weep

a shedding of a tear

like a silent wailing sirens

You're tired.
The skies have turned red.
The rivers have started flowing.
The seasons have changed.

Its ok to do things for yourself.
To be wanted, its a desire,
To fulfill it is a need.
But this Robin has your back.

If I could live on your shoulder to make sure you're fine.
To make sure you're safe and feeling as you should.
I would stay there.
You're a gem! If only you were my gem


Don't let anyone or yourself put you down.
Don't let anyone fake away your throne.
Cry if you have to...
Let go. Don't lose yourself.

Remember the day we met?
And you said you'd be mu friend?
And we started to fall
In love, in love, in love

Remember the days we spent?
Talking about the end?
And how we were
In love, in love, in love

Remember the day you met?
And she said she'd be your friend?
And we were still
In love, in love, in love

Remember the day you took her to bed?
And said we could still be friends?
And how you two were
In love, in love, in love

Remember how much I hurt?
And how you had been my world?
And how i thought we were
In love, in love, in love

imagine catching cold and getting sick.
maybe you drank out of the wrong persons bottle or
maybe you were really sweaty as cold weather began to kick.
maybe you haven’t been drinking enough water.
maybe someone sneezed on you and now
the nasty thing starts growing larger.

depression works in a similar fashion.
except, instead of your nose feeling stuffy and buggish,
and instead of your body aching,
and instead of the constant coughing,

your entire world feels stuffy and buggish.
your mind, body and soul ache.
and there’s constant, coughing, regurgitating pain.

imagine catching a cold and getting sick.
maybe you’ll never ever find someone else like them.
maybe you’re not worth anything they meant.
maybe you won’t get out of bed today.
maybe suicide isn’t the only way.
maybe you should ignore your wealth.
maybe you did this to yourself?
maybe everyone else did this to you?
maybe you’re just blaming others for your suffering?
maybe these are all simply faked graphics and you’re just buffering.
maybe this feeling is just comforting.
maybe the noose won’t swing. maybe their phone will ring?
maybe i’m not worth a thing. maybe the birds don’t speak
because i don’t give them something to sing.

i should probably take antibiotics and drink more water.

-melancholicreator

If you could hold me, scold me now
excuse tearing tears weeping shame
as I cry to you from deadmans brow