• I was about 10 when I remember being depressed for the first time. Feeling like no one understood. I was only a child and yet the feelings I had [...]

  I Hope You Come To Me When You Want To Talk

  14.11.17
• You can’t really tell where I’m at from my words right now I’m at the point where I’m not sure if that’s a problem [...]

  What Are My Words?

  23.11.14
• I don’t know how to express the things you want to hear because the image that you crave will take me to my grave. I try and try to impress but [...]

  Image

  14.08.14
• How hard can it be to convince yourself of something you never want to believe? How can you feel this way when everything you’ve ever told [...]

  Lies Become Truth When Repeated Often Enough

  28.04.14

• I knew at some point I would have to make choices. I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t be so soon. I knew eventually I would have to do this [...]

  Stuck

  25.04.14
• A circular dark void of empty thoughtlessness positions itself promptly in front of you. You can not see in, past the coating of dark thick [...]

  Who Am I?

  06.04.14
• I don’t know what I’m doing or why you should care that I exist–           but I [...]

  Maybe

  05.04.14
• People are read like books- some are open while some are not-          their pages are tightly [...]

  Pages Falling

  29.03.14

• Words fail me—     when I think of you. How to explain— or how to describe— in even the slightest [...]

  Compare

  24.03.14
• When I am depressed I am quick sand. The more you try and pull me out the more stuck I get. The harder you try and help the more resistance is [...]

  Quick Sand Depression

  28.12.13