DepressionDepression... Depression, real depression isn't for the weak It is taken in silence Locked into the dark, solitary abiss It truly is a prison of the mind The weak can never experience depression Taken badly the weak try to die in the face of the pain End their suffering and cause pain to others who love them True depression is internalized The strong show no change Force the facad to perfection So no one knows... The suffering, problems, struggles, challenges That will never be facedDepression
Play My GameHow do you test the sands of time? Such strange return we're granted. Its so hard to understand lifes enless weaving. Intimate spirals crossed with odd shapes and symetry. Lusts intertwined with "I for you and you for me." How do we know when things go right? Do we simply wait for destruction? Complication rules my thoughts, with loves crude introduction. Will it stand up to lifes challenge or will it curl and die with the pattern? How do we know when to jump and when to sit? Such sweet words come tangled with pleasure and happiness, but how much of me can I lose before mPlay My Game
Pretty as a PictureThis mind is a picture Delicatly painted by a gracefull hand Each portion bright and colorful Each stroke dotted with passion and drive Toil, Pain, and fear sometimes make an appearance Driving the crafty painter in new directions All the while the big picture remains unchanged The ribbons of doubt weave and tear through the canvas Complimented only by the constant stream of desire Every detail fits into the complicated image somewhere, somehow. Accenting and highliting the greatest features Challenges and accomplishments add depth New feeling of love and compassion add sPretty as a Picture
ResourceWhat is pain? What would it look like? What would it taste or sound like? How can we ever understand?.. Pain is the feeling that follows every day It is the empty spaces left by those you allow inside It tastes like the blood of those you have injured with loss Pain is heard in every word of an empty mind We will never understand but it drives us onward or it stops us in our tracksResource
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Why aren't you just the little monster of my dreams, wait show me your fangs, then we can be together eternally.
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~Aikia Reikon~ My tortured soul... i feel that ice is comming home to rest in my body, my heart, so broken that i feel it shattering within, HOPE is all i have left, and i HOPE to keep moving down the road of life....
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Why aren't you just the little monster of my dreams, wait show me your fangs, then we can be together eternally.
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