Poems and Quotes

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As the pen swiftly moved with perfect correspondence with my guiding hand it wrote the thoughts of my mind.

The sun bursts over the horizon, igniting the ocean in fiery waves of rolling flames; For that moment my world was at peace.

Night after night, the comet shined brightly against the empyreal tapestry of the sky.

I promise you, that if you want to talk to me at 3 am you can. I will always be there for you. Don't hesitate to text me. Talk to me about your deepest thoughts or anything that you want to because I've probably been through it. Ask me questions, ask for help, don't be afraid to talk or ask me something. Just know that I will walk thought hell with you just to find heaven.

He smiled and all I could think of was, "Oh shit."

Stop being so cute, it's distracting.

When I'm with you I act different. In a good way. I smile more and laugh more. I don't have to pretend everything is okay when it's not okay. With you, I can drop a fake smile and put on a real one. I don't feel hurt and alone when I'm with you. Instead I feel safe and loved. You're easy to talk to and you listen to me. I don't have to worry about holding back with you. I don't feel self conscious with you. I don't ever feel insecure or sad, you show me that you really do care, and you're not just pretending. I really appreciate your company, because with you I'm different. With you, I'm happy.

I keep my feelings to myself because I'm tired of pouring my heart out to the wrong person.

You kill my insides, I don't know if you care anymore. I can't read your thoughts, you don't read my texts. I'm having spiraling emotions. Depression is creeping up behind me.

I realize that I have stopped living life. I'm literally just trying to get through the next day, just living in the thought of tomorrow. I'm not living, I'm waiting. And the trouble is, I don't know what exactly I'm waiting for. I'm kind of scared for what it might be.

I feel like I don't have the right to be depressed when so many other people have it worse.

I am depressed. I can still smile at pretty things. And laugh when jokes are funny. I can still talk to people. And enjoy nice days. But when I go inside, when I'm alone, there is something broken. And I fall into a sadness so sweet that it engulfs me. I look into the mirror. And I don't like what I see. When I'm falling asleep. And I miss something that doesn't exist. I am depressed. I've been sad for a while. But I can still find the light. I can still smile.

Depression is...
Laying down at night and feeling the darkness upon your chest. It's self-talking your way through hours of silence. It's attempting to slow a brain trolling through the shadows of your head. It's nightmares and flashbacks. It's counting the hours until dawn. It's the shackles you break to face another day.

Have you ever just cried because you are...you?

I meant to say, "I'm on the verge of a breakdown, and I want to die." But it came out as, "I'm tired."

Sleep isn't just sleep anymore, it's an escape.

I'm good for a while. I'll talk more, laugh more, sleep and eat normally. But then something happens, like a switch turns off somewhere. And all I'm left with is the darkness of my mind. But each time it seems like I sink deeper and deeper. And I am scared... Terrified that one day I won't make it back up. I feel like I am gasping for air, screaming for help, but everyone looks at me with confused faces. Wondering why I am struggling over when they're all doing fine and it makes me feel crazy. What the hell is wrong with me?

Please, do not mistake my tendency to be private and stand-offish of either sheepishness or arrogance. Once you get to know me, you'll find in both lively and kind. These high walls aren't here because I want to keep the whole world out. I'm just very particular about who I invite back into mine.

Since you left my family has been complaining that I don't do stuff the way I normally do. It's the loss of you that I can't deal with, it affects my life more than you might think. I don't do my chores, I get yelled at. I don't do my homework, I have Cs and Ds. I'm always sad or have been crying, they say "He's just a boy, get over him" it's not that easy. A boy that actually trusted me and listened to my stupid stories. A boy that told me to never be sad and he always gave me funny advice. A boy that said he remembered everything... Tell me now, if a person like that left your life would you be sad?