The reason I live.
Another day, just put on a smile. Make a joke to keep up appearances. Just have to be strong for a little while. Drown myself in music; long distances. Put on a show, false wit on the forefront. Giggle, laugh; enough to dispel questions. Look...
Leaving Noise
I waste time, staying silent -- not wanting to say the wrong thing. I don't know what to say or do, so I hide. I hide because things are not right. I hide from this person who says they're changing, so I pipe down, and stop running. How... How am I to...
Quietly and slow
It's good that we don't know What tomorrow may bring Because would you want to stay, If it's the same thing? Still hiding, afraid Not feeling ready to play These cards in my hands I just cannot throw away Maybe I'll slip out Quietly and slow...
I Need a Hug
I need a hug. I need someone to hold me and tell me I'm enough. I need to feel. I need someone to love me despite what I am. No one's around to share the love, When all I need, is a hug.
Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad
On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...
The Moon
If you're told that you're not worthy, Or even that you're damned, Just look up at the moon, And take her outstretched hand. If you're ever falling deeper, Into a nightmare steep, Just look up at the moon, She'll guard you while you...
Background Noise
This is a simplified, brief representation of things that i experience on a semi-regular basis, covering thoughts of self-doubt, depression, and suicide.
A New Chapter: Small Steps
The normally immaculate abode was littered with laundry, take-out boxes, and the general palid squalor of a man in depression.
Waiting...
We sit and wait...for whats next the next thing...we dance on the line of madness..we wait to fall of in to the obyss..and descend in to depression..we don't know when or what will hit us just know it will...we sit waiting...waiting for someone with a plastic
Sam's Guilt
Sam looked over at the sleeping figure of Spike next to him. He took him all in, examining every feature of him... For some reason, he was moving towards him. He wrapped his arm around Spike, pulling him in close. "What are you doing?" Sam looked up...
Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 5 - Chapter 1
; it's known as manic-depression.
I'm Sorry / She Loved / Help Yourself
_I am so sorry--No furman'd Ever have to witness the crime Beside this letter. Determined As I was, it was about time_ _To administer justice--to Quell the remorse, to make silent The ruminations that were so Loudly recalling an event_ _Of...