Nothing feels good anymore. I feel like every little bit of happiness is a bitter piece of candy that’s supposed to be sweet but instead makes my stomach churn . I feel messed up and out of place as if without the thing my mother ripped from my heart I can no longer survive. Have you ever felt as if someone was your rock and without them you’ll sink? Well, imagine that rock being torn right out from under you. All you can do is sink. All you can do is drown. When emotions became to much to handle I became an artist. I painting was my favorite. I liked to watch the paint drip and then dry....
"What is it?" Depression is a mental disorder that affects the brains way of thinking. I wanted to share this after reading the sequel to Entwine's book "Entangle." The book is rather dark and pretty intense, however it does have a deeper meaning about control and vulnerability. Entangle dives deep into the reality of depression and sadly takes it in a way composed of a fantasy. While the book isn't based on fantasy. Fantasy in this book refers to unusual desires about love. And Entangle throws it out there in a way I believe is worse then the Entwine...
I'm so tired f being depressed. I didn't know why it started at first. In Ninth grade I started having this constant feeling inside and I didn't know what it was but, now I do. I have since 10th grade started. Life is so hard when you've been diagnosed with seve deepression and you already knew you have it. It's hard when people accuse you of doing or being something your not. It's hard when people judge you silently from afar or straight to your face. I don't cut bullshit like this though. When petty jerks give yoou ahard time just ignore them, I've learned that. I was bullied for 7 and a...
A few days ago on Halloween I stole on of my mom's boyfriend's beer then brought it to school and when no one was looking I drank about half of it until the taste hit me. At first the loneliness and the pain was so hard I didn't taste anything then the taste came to and hit me all at once. After I decided to dump it out When I was dumping it out I saw someone staring at me I don't know if it was a teacher or a student but his eyes were wide I hid the can behind me until he went back in his class and threw it away. A few minutes later I went back to eat my breakfast but was restless I coudn't...
(This is actually something that has happened to me at school. For those of you who have been through bullying or are going through it right now, I understand how you feel.)
“Just move to the back of the line, where you belong.”
The words you told me slowly began to rip me apart. I hung my head down in shame, knowing you were right. I DID belong at the back and the bottom of everything. I turned around, and went to where you had ordered me to go. I know I wasn’t supposed to let the opinions of others define me, but I think it’s a bit too late...
A place that was full of joy,
Where anger melted away,
Where we all were joyous,
All together at the end of the day.
Let's go back to a land,
That was happy and free,
Where everything was kind,
Somewhere that meant a lot to me.
Someplace to laugh,
A place without any tears,
A place where we belonged,
A place without any fears.
Let's push the clock,
Turn back the hands of time,
A place that was happy and free,