there are secrets that I have trouble admitting even for myself. and less yet more than myself admitting to others. I can spill some dark secrets some entirely perverse damaging degrading killing secrets and yet there are some that I cannot I cannot even talk or think about or imagine and therefore I will not speak you will not know.
hm. this sat in drafts for a while. nothing too too much, but you know what I mean. maybe one day I'll write about it.
When the depression hits I suddenly become empty It's like the world around me has stopped spinning Life becomes dull And at this point I would do anything to feel something Because the nothing is killing me But then after awhile When the nightmares start to fade And my world resumes its rotation All of the emotions start rushing back And at this point I would do anything to go back to feeling Nothing
Ripples All the way Offers an oasis Caresses the soul Captures the mind Ignites the spirit Echoes endlessly On and on Wow Intoxicating She is the muse Evergreen Nothing like you A bit of that A bit of this All that you are Overwhelming
And so much more
Genre: Experimental Theme: Not just another pretty face Author's Note: Now Let There Be Art
I am sorry that I am a hopeless mess Waste of space Broken at best Words my comfort when taken by fear Times I can't face who's waiting in the mirror I want pain to end so I can be free The overwhelming misery I try to pause Breathe deep and slow Anxiety will not let me go And I want to change Be happy once more I'll never get back the life I had before Just make the world disappear for awhile Then maybe I'd remember how to smile
It's been so long I think I've forgotten how it feels to laugh