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...
The First Dream and Memories Of Love
I made This story in the series for a few reason but it to show sorry and i love cerent people hope all you people enjoy the story I kept falling thought the darkness all the pain of seeing that image in the mirror just kept me from moving I loosed...
Life is a Lie
Death is freedom From this lie, To live is to Exists in false hope, In death I am Still a captive, In life I'm in false hope, But all I hope for Is Truth or Deceit, I am an indefinite presence, With the wish for a known Basis to go on...
My Lonesome
My lonesome today, i'm feeling quite alone i'm feeling quite depressed because this monster it has grown and i cannot put it to rest but, these hurtful feeling will not leave they hurt my mortal soul and that gives me this numbing grief
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...
goodbye...
Slit my wrists, Close my eyes. Watch me bleed, Watch me die. I fall to my knees as you cry, I say nothing except goodbye.
pain with a smile
I can't stand it. My music isn't loud enough to make me deaf. My blade isn't sharp enough to make me dead. I push you all away. Wishing your happiness to stay. I will leach you dry. Suck the glee right from your eye. Steal the thing you wish to share....
The Sand Castle
I remember my mother, whom for better or worse, i take after, her manic days of running away from her depression mirrored by my own. i lay in my nest, my trophies around me, meaningless symbols for anyone save myself.