A collection of original poems revolving around what it's like to have depression. ©BrokenLead 2014

Highest Rank in Poetry: #18 This is a collection of poems and prose that I wrote. Inspired by Lang Leav's Memories, The Universe of Us and other works of hers. Enjoy :))

My heart is weak, my soul is deep with words I can speak But would you listen, understand or even believe? So I prefer to show you in actions, take you through a journey of my thoughts So when words are spoken then walls are broken and you believe in my love Because my heart is weak, my soul is deep with words I can speak Do you believe?

[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever we're happy we just wanted to cherish the moment with our eyes. We wanted to feel the joy and simply just enjoy it. We wanted it to be written in our memories because no one can steal it from there. But when we're sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and can't get over the pile of emotions by saying it to other people, that somehow even judge us, we have a pen and paper waiting for us to tell them. It's not as if you can keep those emotions to your memories. One day you'll just explode and it will really be a burden to carry it everyday. And if that happens, we still aren't ready to share it to other people, that's why we use them -pen and paper- 'coz they never judge. The things that even though you write so much, won't make you shut up and tell you you're being pathetic. It will listen to you without any complication. And surely it will never break the promise of telling it to everyone to have to be able to gossip about you. 'Coz when we're sad, we can't have the courage to even talk. When we're frustrated, we can't think clearly about the right things to say not to offend others. When we're broken, we just want to shut it all for once. When we're mad, we need to calm the storm so that we'll never shout to anyone. But with our pen and paper, there's no limitation. You can write all the things that you feel. No restriction. And isn't it a little bit of feeling okay.. when you somehow get out your chest those feelings? Impressive Ranks: #10 in Poetry #2 in Thoughts 🌻

the thoughts of others terrify me... so here's mine. (#1 poet - 08.03.19) (#1 sadpoems - 08.04.19) (#2 poem - 08.11.19) (#1 thoughtsandfeelings - 08.14.19)