8:05 am
• excerpt from my 'moon dust' teen fic •
Escape as fast as you can.
Don't try to cope with it,
just run and don't look back.
You have to see hope or nothing
will e v e r get you out.
You want to die, to not be here,
to just end it so you don't have to deal with it.
The only way for people
to truly see your pain is to kill
yourself...right?
But what you don't realize,
is that there are so many other
people out there who feel
the exact same way you do.
The house of Depression;
It holds millions of people
chained up
and
blindfolded
from the true beauty of this world we live in.
But I promise you it's beautiful, it's just hard to see over the darkness that's taken over. I wish I could just pull the blade across depressions skin, and not my own. Because maybe that will make it go away. My lips are sealed shut and
love is the key, I promise you.
You just have to find it.
It's in you.
Love yourself and fight back
with all you've got
until the darkness disappears -
and the blindfold is taken off -
and there the key will lay for you
to pick up and leave
the house of depression.
(special note; happy 40th birthday Gerard Way!! I love you and thanks for making music that has helped me through many hard times :)
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
