I know how dark the night can get I know how tight my skin can fit I know how deep the cut can go I know how much the hate can grow I know how heavy my chest can seem I know how loudly I can scream I know how thick my blood can drip I know how quick the coin can flip I know it waits 'til I'm alone I know it waits to cast a stone I know it wants to come back in I know it may one day win I know it hides 'til the dark of nig...

Smile and breathe easy Giggle and laugh softly Hug and pat gently Speak and agree politely Fake and pretend believably Act and behave perfectly Sob and cry privately Hurt and break secretly Crack and crumble silently Fall and fail inwardly Deny and joke lightly Lie and convince consistently Distance and detach safely Guard and protect fiercely Sleep and die nightly Live and be lonely

I feel that happiness is perhaps not meant for meContented, stable, smiling, satisfied, maybe thoseIt's meaning lost, I search but still can not seeLost in my reverie, to decide and define or to loseHappiness, sold to us, bought both lock and keyTouching, tangible, it's price marked down each dayFork over my heart to its tag or forget and be freeAnswers I seek in friends, family, anyone who comes my wayAsking again, who h...

"2am and I'm still awake, writing a song. If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to." -Anna Nalick, Just Breathe. They say I'm out of my head, but oh how they are wrong. I'm so stuck inside my head, over-thinking and over-anxious and over-exaggerating every emotion until I've over done myself and I fry my emotions and then I'm numb for the first time in months of TOO MUC...

It's becoming dark again, I really could use a handNot mine, they hurt and I cry, just let me beClocks back and dark comes early over the landLight gone, that heals and often frees me Alarm in the morning going off like a gunMy hand hurls it across the morning gloomSilence again and I retreat back into my cocoonWell made, it again shrieks in the roomMornings come each day, I dread them stillSome days I skip sleeping and p...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Where grace and evilMeet the screaming stars,Lamplight in dragonlightEchoes matchless lost dreamsAnd are torn apart in raging squalls.Twisting vines of sweet decayAre wreathed around this ugly neckAnd thorns of bitterness so blackStab down and rip teeth through her throat.Break the night and cull the heart,Or writhe the scoffing...

When I'm sad I often feel sick My body is cold and I want to sleep I do hope I can get through this quickAll I want to do is weep Every month on that dayIt's when the shit hits the fanI really wish you'd find a wayI really hope that you can Hopefully you'll close that locationAnd then things will be betterIt's really too much frustrationNow we'll wait for their letter I'm so depressed and sadYou promised you'd take care o...

I’m very sad today Things seem to be worse You promised you’d find a way I really feel like we’re cursed We can never get ahead Always far behind I just want to go to bed I’m really losing my mind I thought things were paid Please will you talk to me I’m really rather afraid I know you have to agree Hopefully things will work out I’ve been crying all day I have no strength to shout You really need to pay I hope we will be...

I stand upon the cliff edge, looking out, alone.Above the sky is laden, grey and dark, forlorn.Just one step that's all I need, just one to end it all,One small step to end my life, one step for me to fall.But is this what I really want, to cut my life so short.Have I nothing left at all, nothing, zero, nought?Who will miss me when I’m gone, those I leave behind?Will they care that I'm not here, will they really mind?And...

It's finally time to come home No words about your day No calling on the phoneNothing to talk about or say You grab something to eatTime to watch baseballYou'll enjoy a sweet treatPhone rings customers call The life of an introvertAlways in the backgroundI of course feel hurtI pray for talking sounds Tick tock goes the clockTime to watch the news I'm always very shockedI'm always rather confused Please will you talk with...

I really don't know why I bother I say hello and see how you are The words each day seem to get harderIt's like everything I say is a scar One minute things are really greatThe next minute they're cold as iceThis puts me in a depressed stateAll I'm trying to do is be nice Why do I torture myself every dayIt just gets me upset with tearsI suppose it will always be this wayThis is how this scenario appears I need to tuck th...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Languishing dreams where a heart grows still,Slowing tick of the clock drives distraction toDeath's resurrection inGrey of the dayWhere the sun has lost hope andThe curtains are drawn.Here I lie in the dark with the monsters of crowds,Where the gibber and growl of the wraiths howl insideAnd the pain rends destructionThrough chas...

The pain is unbearable But it's all in my head You can't see the symptoms But aren't the cuts on my arm enough? It doesn't seem fair that I can call out cause I got the flu  But depression making it too hard to get out of bed?  No sorry come up with a better excuse I blame my myself everyday  Though that's not fair You wouldn't tell a cancer patient to "just get over it" So why would you tell me.  I smile all the time so...

I see you there, Out in the sea,Waving at people, Who just wave back. They don't understand.You're not having fun.The struggle is real,Too tired to swim. They can't see your callYour cry for help.The waves take you down.Why won't they come? Maybe they can't see.Maybe they can't hear.Maybe they're too busy.Maybe they don't care. Slipping beneath the waves,The sun disappears.Eyes about to close.A hand around yours. I can se...

My body hurts. With every step I take on the damn ground I feel my soul burning and hurting,  Like at any moment I could fall through the floor. Life is hard for everyone, And for people that feel like this it is 100 times harder just to get through one day. Curse my brain for keeping me awake at night, Curse this fucking medication that I have to take everyday. I'll fight those demons hiding in my closet, And I will have...