there once was a girl, alone in a world, filled with neglect and hatred. she learned to use that neglect and hatred on herself. she ripped her wrists like it was paper every night. and cried a river till the sun would rise. she looked in the mirror and did not recognize the beauty and love she had this whole time. there once was a girl.
Depressions back for a visit. It caught a Hold of Me and my fragile heart. Once again- Staring at the ceiling. Wondering if my wounds are even healing. Oh no, caught a Hold of Me. Trying to fight it so my friends don't see. Don't wanna lie. But when they walk by- there always asking if I'm OK. I say I'm fine even though I want to die. It Caught a Hold of Me. Calling for help. But-... no one sees... Except for you. My one true friend- Depression.
Need help with depression? Reach out to your friends and family. DOn't try to hide it or fight it on your own. Your not alone.
I never believed in the idea of Normal When it’s very presence has indicated a Division Between people who fit and people who don’t. Normal is the thing that points at all of you And calls you different. I’ve known the phrase ‘that’s not Normal’ And I’ve had the blessing of not Caring weather I was. But do not walk up to someone and say they aren’t Normal. The entire concept of not being or being Normal Only divides. Everyone is their own. And we are all our own. And that puts us here together. We are not alone in our loneliness. So don’t make someone think they Are. Because we aren’t. We aren’t alone. And the important thing is that we’re Together in our difference. So so what? So what if no one’s Normal.
11/12/2018 A poem about how even if someone's different, it's important to know that everyone is.
People look at me all alone And like to assume that I'm lonely Yet they can't seem to see That I'm not on my own, Because I can talk to the monsters under my bed I can be friends with the voices in my head I can get along with the devil who took my soul And make room for the ghosts who filled the hole I can go play with the creatures in the woods Or talk to the man who gives me my druggy goods, And I can call all the demons by name And we can all get together And be alone with each other Because we all like our solitary the same
I may seem lonely because I'm alone, but know that if I am "alone" then it means that I like it this way.