Depression sinks into your very soul, and you stop knowing how to love yourself; the thought just isn’t fucking there, and to even hear it, write it, be surrounded by the constant reminders of "Love yourself" does nothing when you feel as if you need that self love to EARN the love of others. People … Continue reading World Mental Health Awareness Day: What Depression feels like (for me).
It only takes a few seconds, or maybe less. Perhaps it’s just a blink, a flash of the sun through a pinhole in air-dried cotton sheets, or a shooting star racing towards the center of a black hole, erupting at the bend in our universe, where all events lose focus, lose time, lose everything except … Continue reading “No matter how much I think I’ve grown, I fall short, because the world has been growing too, and I just can’t keep up…”
I went from a warm soul to a body consumed by wildfire, and I can’t be sure why I set myself on fire to begin with.
But it’s not enough to say you just held on, because it was more. It was everything. You never loosened your grip. Even though I stopped trying and resigned myself to this bottomless pit that was my life, you didn’t falter. I don’t know how many times I fell down, but each time felt like … Continue reading “You held my hand, and through all of my ups and downs, you never let me go.”
You aren’t here. But somehow, Even when I can’t feel you, I am guided by you. I know what you are; Just a false light, A fleeting sight, But my eyes Catch your fire And my heart takes over; I can’t move forward Without you. My world remains opaque, Where nothing exists But the indent … Continue reading “My love remains an unfurled bud, a future with a diametric fate; I’ll blossom in the Spring, or else suffer through another winter alone.”
This is how our world ends, In that space between a heartbeat And where our worst thoughts Are lost into open air. Isn’t it strange how acute A simple sound can be? How an uneven pitch can cut The same as any knife? Lines we set in sturdy stone Are whittled down into dust, Nothing … Continue reading “In my heart, time stands still. Nothing changes, nothing grows… no matter how deep I go, I can’t cut myself free from you…”