i wish my words could reach you
because maybe then
you would open your eyes
and see
that you deserve every compliment you get,
and that you are a product of the gods;
that the sun's gentle kisses have seeped into your bones,
and that stardust is in your veins;
that your blood is divine and oceanborn,
and that your skin is the sand of that very same ocean;
that your eyes are vortexes of mystery and desire,
and that your smile is the planets aligning;
that your mind is a beautiful enigma;
and that you are simply
miraculous.

but i don't think my words reach you,
and, honestly,
i'm not sure they ever will.

but in the meantime,
just remember that your skin is the sand,
and that the blood of the ocean doesn't deserve to be spilled.

just remember that your eyes are vortexes,
and that they don't deserve the tears that so often fill them.

and,
if you will,
just remember that i love you.

(a.m.)

Sometimes-
I wish you would look behind my eyes,
And listen to me when I'm silent.
I wish you would pick through my thoughts-
And automatically know how I feel.
I wish you could see the view I have of the world-
That I cannot explain out loud.
God, I wish you could see what I think,
When I'm silent.

because once you suffer from depression
it may belive you .
it throws you in a dark room
leaves you there all confused & emotionless
you become paranoid not knowing what to do.
one line , two lines & three
the blade is in my skin .
four lines , five lines & the sixth
the blade has cut me deep .

depression came by like a naughty neighbour
who was just in time for brunch
hence he only popped in to say hello
but he knew he was here to say .
and when the food ran out ,
he started feeding on my happiness .

every season felt like a winter morning
depression became a tendant that
never payed rent , but occupied even
the basement of my smile .

depression will be there right next to me
but aren't we looking for somebody
to be there for us ?

i don’t love you, i love you, i loved you.