#depresssed
No more temporary highs,
to hide away the hurt.
No more lies,
No more “good-byes”.
No more temporary fills,
to fill the voids,
or making homes of
what we should avoid.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
Why do we begin to abuse illegal drugs
when all that we need is a big odd tight hug? :/
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
I'm in love with words
because they are always there for me
when people fail me
I can write
when I get stressed
I can write
when I don't know how else to express my emotions
I can write
I put my heart into my words
everyone of them a tiny piece
of my mind, of my heart
I put my trust into words
words never leave me
words were never rude to me
But those were my words
Your words are different
When I put my trust in them
they failed me
When I let them in my mind and heart
they tore them apart
your words were mean
they were manipulative
they shattered me
I can no longer trust words
the way I used to
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
The change is clear.
It’s in my writing.
It’s in my words.
I have fought a battle.
One with a persistent battle.
One with darkness in its nature.
I made it.
I made it out somewhat alive.
I made it out somewhat happy.
A suicidal mess.
Cleansed.
With love.
Love.
It’s the impossible.
For the darkened one’s to possess love.
I now see the sun rise.
I see it bring life to the dying.
I see it lift spirits after a rainstorm.
Love, has glued me back.
I hope it’s not temporary.
I hope this one lasts.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC