My mind....shredded like a bale of straw
caught in the most violent storm...
“Swallow your pride, and stay humble.”
That’s what I tell myself as I watch the rain...
I don't want to speak in circles anymore,
and lose visitors in my colourless corridors...
I feel your loss
like two rivers...
they called
and asked...
My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...
They first met in class
Right back in grade one...
They call me the favorite, the perfect child;
Their words biting at my fragile skin...
I sailed my ship
Not knowing where...
Orange city lights frame the dark road ahead
As I speed along the empty highway...
You know love's a funny thing
With what it does to you...
I see you with him
He has control...