There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...
Is it sad?
Watching as everyone moves on yet...
There’s moments you feel like crying
Needing help, yet, you don’t know how to express...
ENOUGH
I glare at the stars...
CONCEALED
Happiness is all you give...
I always feel like I'm something in between
Amidst the anger or joy but ever incomplete...
I feel like my depression is about everything...
each night that comes I wait in vain
for you to come back once again...
My life was never great it had its flaws,
always scratching at me with its very sharp claws...
Looking back at the past,
A lot has changed...
A pinch of anxiety
A dash of despair...
The Window into "helpless" breaks and in comes the...
Another day has passed, another battle has been...