Cant You See?
Can you see me Not what i appear to be Can't you see This smile isn't really me Its just a mask To hide the fact That im trapped With a body that doesn't belong Can you see Who i am inside Behind the mask That i hide behind ...
The Note (aka The Grand Delusion)
By the time you read this, the contents of this letter will prove to be rather pointless, and yet I have left it for you to read in my absence. There is always a need for closure, and hopefully this will provide you with some. I, on the other hand,...
The Box
#2 of poetry this was written in the midst of a severe depressive cycle and may not be for everyone. i suffer from depression and have done so since i was thirteen.
Filler
There was a cracked man, Who had a cracked heart, Something happened to this Cracked man, That made his Cracked heart much worse, He didn't understand, It didn't affect him, He just accepted, Now the cracked man... Is a broken shell of what he...
It's Never too Late
I began a simple life Free of anger, sin, and strife Slowly they did poison me To the creature you now see A darkened soul makes a darkened heart Trying to rip myself apart For they know they cannot understand When truth and man go hand and...
Silence
Some like silence, they crave it like a drug. I hate the silence, sometimes quiet is violent. There's no hiding. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real. Inside that silence it screams the truth, I am...
Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 5 - Chapter 1
; it's known as manic-depression.
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...
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
Adrift
The klaxon alarm that heralded the evacuation of Terra Prime still haunts my dreams. Even though I am a safe colonist on Lunar Prime. The desolate floating of everything on this rock feels like the primal birth of something voidal, gaping,...
Poem: Being Seen
Not being seen, by others. Not being seen, alone. Not being seen, forever. Not being seen, alone. Not being seen, I worry. Not being seen, I tear. Not being seen, forever. Not being seen, I bear. Not being seen, it kills me. Not being...
Poem: For My Mom
CW for suicidal imagery. -------------------------------------------------- I know people crying, weeping. I know people, dying, same. I know people with my faces. I know people with my names. Should I weep for silence loudly, Should I cry...