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Not me, a friend of a friend is going through a very nasty divorce and is incredibly depressed and has reported that they are seeing things (we aren't
There’s something inside me that you can’t see Twisted, wound tight like a tangle of pulsing vines Thick, knobbly, grey, it tightens and squeezes It’s
I'm living each day just going through the motions. I'm empty, I'm dying, but I'm trying. Each day the same routine. The same meals. The same people.
Sabbing in my heart. Be strong. Protect, Beliefs, Friends. However strong I am... I don't unrecognize my face, Not in pictures, Not in the mirror. The
Here I go again Three bottles in Counting my sins Home alone again It's 5 in the morning Just me and HER At war again And I'm giving in Are you listening
upon this bridge his gaze it yurns as it stands so tall among these shallow ferns it looks over the city and dreams of a visit from a person who dearly
I am in a castle. It is round and tall. It is big, with stone passageways. There is a moat. Chains. There is no way in and no way out. I stand by the
The Lone Wolf walks alone. He falls asleep in the shadows, to awake in darkness. He bows his head. He nods. The Lone Wolf shakes. The Lone Wolf cries
As you lay down beside me in peace whilst you sleep; I think of the pain thats stored in you so deep. Amazed every day just how you still show so much
Im stressed Im depressed My mind is a mess My heart is aching My soul is breaking I cant ever seem to get a rest But it is the best For someone like
poems of an unsound mind easy to locate easy to find shallow depression unspoken confession a wantaway session escaping aggression character flawed
Its like two symphonies clashing inside my head It makes you distrustful of your shadow The pain doesn’t go when you cough or swallow It makes me hot and
The feelings. Oh I wish they would come back to me again. The feelings I would feel as a child. Running around with my brother and the other children
I can not think straight, am I here by choice or is this my fate? To live in this anquish and this torment and the voices of my thoughts My head is submerged
Darkness my old friend you were there when no one was the hand once held will not be left That was the promise you made This is the promise you have