The sun, the moon, the wind and rain,
All of the things we can't regain...
This is what I remember.
My phone lights up...
There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...
it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...
This depression keeps on making love,
deep inside my brain...
This poem was made very recently, I had to write...
“How are you?”
…In my mind I screamed, I’m tired, worried...
I always had a sweet tooth,
even at 19 years old...
A mental illness
should not be a death sentence...
Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying...
Life goes on, but I'm not strong,
On repeat, the same old song...
I don't know where I am going,
Barely remember where I have been...