Succumbing
My dark side takes over i sit on my bed and tuck into isolation cry because no one is there i go downstairs and find scissors my arm refuses to bleed i spawn into immense panic attacks i go to bed wishing not to wake up once again succumbing to my depression
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...
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...
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.
unconventional genie story
John and Josh were avid outdoorsmen. They were exploring through a cave one day, when John found a metal sphere the size of a basketball. Expecting it to be too heavy to lift, he was surprised when it proved to have the buoyancy of a soap bubble. He...
Vision #6 (poem)
Bloody Legions Children die Fire's burning Mothers cry. They have seen Depths of Hell Fallen angels Cursing yells. Bloody rain Keeps falling down Sending pain To All around. Living shadows In my heart Draw my death ...
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...