Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier

It rains inside
When you lie
My body fills
Pass the lungs
And pass the heart
I start to drown and attempt to cry
But tears do not form
They stay inside
Maybe I will drown tonight
Not for real
But just inside
And I will ask myself tommorow
If I am still alive

I am not zoning out
My mind is going places
From somewhere to nowhere
Through Greatness and nothingness
I can travel to places you will not believe

Life is stressful
Sometimes we have to leave
And travel through our minds till we reach our needs

Life is chaotic
Sometimes we have to leave
To avoid the silence
And the noise

Life is a nightmare
And sometimes we need to dream

Blank pages mean full minds,
Minds that long to tell stories,
Stories of love, sadness, disappointments and triumphs,
Blank pages mean untold secrets,
Secrets that are hidden behind walls of distrust and agony,
Agony from broken promises that were once welcomed with gentle kisses,
Kisses that were laced with poisoned lips and deceitful tongues,
Blank pages mean guarded hearts,
Hearts that are held captive by fear of being broken,
Now lie shattered on the cold, hard ground,
Blank pages mean silenced voices,
Voices that are screaming to be heard,
Heard by listening ears on familiar faces,
Faces that once hid from ugly truths and beautiful lies,
Blank pages mean nothing unless you are willing to write your story
Stories that have never been told or heard of

He wore benevolence
She wore a black dress

His smile met her frown
And he wiped away her tears