Forget about me.
Forget about me, Forget about the fun times, Forget the bad times, Forget what we had, Forget about what once was, Forget what we shared, Forget what I said, Forget that I was waiting, Forget about me.
If Only You Knew The Rain
Intellectual a poet,like i a pianist without a family a lover without a man of few words an expressionless soul a brilliant mind yet melancholy and tortured a quiet note an echo distant recluse abstracted content in his depressive
My Cell
I wrote this poem back in 2009-2010 when i was really sad and depressed. feeling better now but i think that this is one of my best works.
Nothing
The depression like a never ending decay causes pain and looms above every place you venture, following you like a shadow.
Paradox
Love is the main conduit for my "depression" and i know it for a fact. but it is mostly the lack of it that drives the deep and almost infinitive sorrow and angst that i feel more than i should.
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...