I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into
Tag: Depression
The Sand
And sometimes the blue turns to grayAs lost puppies push their nose into the sandDigging along the shoreFor something, anythingWasting away, starving, thirstyHow long can
Colder Than Before
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense
Almost, Again
I watch the blood run down my hand Drip from my fingertips, splash on the floor All I can do is think to myself How
Finally
Of all things You thought this Would break me I remember everything Which led to this My attempts To form a void Within this chaos
Found Lost Things
Here I just found this Thought I had Lost it Turns out It was never mine To begin with Careful It’s been broken Many times
The Stories In Between 