Moonless Night.
First time writing something ever. Please comment to let me know how I did, or how I can improve. ~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~\*~ Baying for my love. Without a star in the sky, No moon to give light. Sitting in the dark. Snowy...
A One-Man Masquerade
To avoid the awkward question, i never looked sad around anyone when i could help it, even when depression held me under a cloud of despair.
Elation and the Fall
That instead they might send me to rome or some place as equally far away as the sun in our minds, the hurt blinds our eyes and we're too far away to even grasp at each other now he's in shock, but that will turn to misery which will turn to depression
My Pen, And My Choice
All he could do was pour his heart out onto the page. So few truely understood the depth of his pain, his longing. So he wrote it down in the notebook with the black cover. It was his chronicle. He lived with pain his whole life. Raised under the thumb...
Husky's - Chapter 3
Like when my best friend jacob died, i went through a depression that lasted for months. colton was there with me everyday to make sure i would be alright and cheer me up. colt was like a brother to me, i loved him like a brother too.
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
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...
A Greater Good
You then walk down the hallway towards the stairwell feeling somewhat depressed. you open the doors to the stairs and then begin climbing. step by step. your parents never knew that you were there. only a room away. your father was piss drunk.
Enjoying a Hellhole
This is a poem about how i live, struggle, and "cope" with my depression.
A new beginning
It seems like everyone pitied you and it made you depressed. after you made it into fifth grade the pity and bullying had ceased because everyone had known you to long and it seemed like it hadn't gotten to you in a while."
shadows
A cold mightnights toch glistens appon my fur. I feal a lonely abandoned feal even though I lived in this waste land forver. I never even thought of how my wolfish self in does clothing hurt so many. I have been hurt but I hurt others as well. I'm a...
A Noir- Prolouge
It always rains here; the somber mood of this city can really get to you. It's not the darkness, nor the gray solemn streets; it's more like a dismal spirit hangs over this city. I should know, as a Detective I was always knee deep in the murder that...