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When you are depressed You surround yourself with things. At least, that’s what experts say on these conditions, Like depression. As if they have ever experienced, for themselves, The confusion, and chaos, that comes with such a sadness. One that confines your life, into little squares, That must be stitched so particular, into the quilt of day to day life, Just so that your feet can reach the floor in the morning, And get you ready for another day. When you are depressed You surround yourself with people. At least, that’s what experts say in these situations, That make your skin crawl. People that encourage you look toward t

Your love is the soft morning ring I can only hear, muffled From underneath the pillow Where I pushed you last night. Your love is the smile I can hear through the phone, A thousand minds away But still as bright as ever. Your love is the first fifteen minutes of my day… Waking up to your ‘good morning’ On the other side, only leading up to The disappointment of you arriving at work. Your love is the various texts I receive throughout the day: A simple heart, “I just had the craziest thing happen to me,” Even just a simple ‘I miss you…” Your love is what I look forward to Throughout my day,

always when it rains the homesickness sinks in that knot in your throat type of feeling you get when you think about home you think about the past about the people you love and you loved the way your house smells different from anyone elses the way that your familys laughter fills up the empty space between those walls but when youre away there are no empty walls everything is crowded with millions upon millions of bits of information all crammed into your skull and you cant help but feel you just want to go home especially when it rains your mind fills with all those memories of rainy days inside spent rolling checkers under the fridge with

I am good at helping people, but people are never good at helping me. "My forehead is too big," I say. "Eyes, eyes.. focus on something else," you tell me, "You have such beautiful eyes..." "I can't ever get this right," you say. "You're persistent, you strategize, you don't quit until you know you've given it your all," I tell you, "You have to look beyond what you do wrong." "I do nothing right," you mutter. "I'm too sensitive," I whisper. "You're human," you remind me, "You're not perfect and I don't expect you to be." "But doesn't that mean I'm not good enough...." You always tell me to see past the flaws, to look into myself a

A lack of inspiration Undesired motivation

And the last I heard was: You are not meant to be loved by others, The way you carry yourself makes you able to love others, But they will never love you the way you love them

But today is just one of those days where it's softly raining And you can keep the window open While the breeze can touch your toes And just calm everything in your world

And it wasn't until I realized That the soft breeze flowing in from the West Was the true savior of my life. It was the rock that kept me anchored; The calm comfort of a mother's touch; It was the tears that would come in the middle of the night Just before you fall asleep And everything turns black.

Little pigeon in the wire, He’s not so blind as you may think. The fluidity of movement reflects in his eyes, He is watching. Little pigeon flies away, Only to tell the story once again. “Little boy,” pigeon says, “Listen closely, young child.” Head cocked like a perched bird, Child listens. “Where the sun goes down,” “Child, that is where the soul departs.” “It is where the body will lie,” “But, little boy,” cooing, “Soul musn’t take rest, for it has work undone.” “Sins?” The little boy chimes. “Torment,” replies little pig

I'm so sorry, But, what I had I gave away, And I will wait until it comes back my way. Perhaps it will never return, Then forever will I burn Like a candle left alone With no where left to call it's home. I'm so sorry, But the love I had I gave away, And I have hope it will return some day. What I had it felt so real, Now there's nothing left to feel. I'm so sorry, But the heart I had I gave away, And with him it will stay. Out time together was like stars in the night, Now my nights are filled with fright. I'm so sorry, But the hope I had has run, And I see no hope for the rise of the sun. I fell in love years ago and