All the dismissed illnesses (depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see or understand! ================================== Sometimes it's alright to be sad and feel lonely ! Here is to finding happiness one day and spreading the wisdom of our life's to other people, hoping they have it better because we all know how horrible it felt . I hope you enjoy and relate, I know it's a little dark but so is life. Thanks for taking the time to read my work it means a lot to me! :) ================================== WARNING: The following stories are subjected around topics regarding self-harm, suicide, mental illnesses or have mature content. If you are sensitive to these issues and get easily triggered I suggest reading with caution or not at all! Thank you for your understanding. ================================== I'm trying to relate to other people and see everything from different perspectives, if you have some advice, suggestions or criticism feel free to message me and i'll do my best :) ================================== Cover by: @KateJordanOriginal Thank you so much!

That night When the moon shone at our existance The breeze exaulted us And the strangeness in us was obscure Than night When the frogs croak was like a melody The owl's hoot was like a serenade The fireflies ignited passion Seemingly uneven but not pararell That night When i gazed at your eyes And saw a replica of us When our common touch felt like Our first So majical we lost ourselves That night When every moment Was like dè jávu and we liked it When we sat silently But talked loudly in love A perfect interlude with imperfect lovers... That fateful night.....

"He gave me a dose of this drug called love and I slowly became hooked on it. It was my happiness, my pain, my loss and my gain, It was my revival yet it was my downturn, it was what would hold me together but also shatter my heart into pieces, what would lift me up and at the same time take me down to the very core." "I was addicted to this drug and I was now one hell of a junkie. I was a suppressed slave and it was my merciless master." Zelma is a depressed lonely girl who never recovers from the death of her family and blames herself for their death. She never thought she would be rescued until she met her sanity and her clarity.

You know that feeling that invivos inside you and sometimes can't seem to get it out...filled with self doubt and a feeling of fear or maybe weakness... but i can put in a poem and let her read how i feel and probably she will get me but all that is to her heart's concern To love me or not...... XOXO Please vote and comment if you have ever been in this type of love...