Let me tell you after all my years of being depressed I learned one thing.
This poem is meant for the people who are here, who are reading it, who needed it.Life Is Quicksand
Life is quicksand
Your friends are your support system
They hold you up when you're feeling down
I currently want to slit my wrists and bleed out so I never have to wake up to this horrible life ever again. The thought of never having to be awake again excites me and makes me feel warm and relaxed all at the same time, because I would finally be at peace. I am tired of being...
I just need someone to share my story with, i guess. Someone who actually wants to listen. But, every time I try to let it out I either lose a friend or become even more of an introvert than I already am.... I just need a way out. Don't get me wrong. I'm not suicidal and I hope I...
I know that we have to walk through the valleys, then climb the mountain to truly appreciate the pinnacle, but why does there have to be so many valleys for all of us lately? My hope for all my circle is that we reach the pinnacle together and that it be soon.
Faerie tried looking.
I put up missing posters on walls and posts.
I turned over my bed.
I went to the brightest room.
And what I found instead
Is that we do not look for happiness.
We make our own.
We make ourselves happy.
And only then
Will we be able to share
And find other's...