I may light fire to my passion, Let my heart go wild and roam The depths of all that’s merry, But misery is my home. AdvertisementsRead more "Home "
“The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes […]Read more
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness […]Read more
“And there is that soft spot where poetry likes to ‘poke’ you. . . . If you try logically to deduce a poem, it will take you nowhere; if you search for shortcuts, you will be lost; if you need answers, probably you will be disappointed.” via Why people don’t like poetry? — DiscoverRead more
I’m walking away. Step after step Leap after leap Going further into the darkness Into the deep And whilst this world Digs its own grave Superficiality, the king, People, its slave; I walk barefoot Yet with pride For who could hurt you When you are dead inside? Reminiscing of those days When I enjoyed the […]Read more "Walking Away"