Trees are the vessels of angels on earth. Think about it… the trees we see are old, wise, some have been there forever, it feels like. They sway in the wind, they bend and twist, but they rarely break. And that’s what I feel angels on earth are like; they are the strongest among us, and it doesn't matter what elements are thrown at them, what kind of interference, they always make the best out of it. You want to cut them down and chop them up, skin them? Fine, they will still be of service in firewood and paper. Trees are so self-sacrificing. I was like that at one point… still am, to an extent. I think that’s why I
We can’t walk through mirrors because our reflections are blocking us. This could be for several reasons. One could be because they are trying to protect us. What if the mirror world is a terrible place full of horrors and pain that we can’t imagine? Or maybe we are on that side of the mirror and the reflection does not want to share their perfect world with us. How selfish! How can they do that? We are one in the same… at least some part of them must empathize with us on some level. How dare they? Are they so bitter that they want to see us suffer? Well congratulations, you win. Now we’re the bitter ones, left longin
My Hell is empty. All my demons are here. And you know what? I've faced them all. Look, I'm still alive and whole. Maybe I wasn't at some point. Whole, that is. But I pieced myself back together, and despite a few scars, and a wiser mind for them, I'm good as new. You see demons come in all shapes, sizes, colors, forms. They each have a different mission too. Each have a unique way to test me, bend me, try and break me. They try to get to me all the time, but I won't let them. I refuse to let them be the anchor that pulls me down to their depths. I am a bird, flying high above the churning, snarling, angry sea that waits to drag me under. No,
My Fight Against the Monster is at its End by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
My Fight Against the Monster is at its End
I might fight back.
I might stand still.
I might just watch,
I've lost my will.
But you see, my love, my dear:
my sweet Depression provides a path.
It is a way to numb out this pain;
It is an art-form, it's a craft.
Masquerading, parading around-
I'm hiding in my skin.
This monster taking over my body
it embraces my kin.
I've fought and resisted for a long long time.
But now I'm simply tired.
At the same time, I'm coiled tight,
I've come down to the wire.
And now, my companion dear,
it's time to say goodbye-
Do not weep, do not be sad.
I don't want to see you cry.
For if you cry, then I will die
on some level inside.
My little flower, sw
When the snow falls,
I can't help but wonder:
What journeys have those flakes taken
to get to where they are now?
What sacrifices have they had to make?
Did they watch their brethren die?
Were they sad?
Are they trapped
in an endless cycle
and just want it to end?
I can relate.
I am stuck in this ever-repeating cycle,
and I don't know how to get out.
I have watched myself die
countless times.
And yet I wake up again
every morning
and go at it again.
I am the snow.
Forced to fall from the heavens
and melt away
time and time
again.
I'm not fine.
I'm not okay.
Just trying to survive,
Day by day by day.
Surviving is not living.
To live would be a dream;
To take instead of giving,
Impossible as it seems.
Splitting, breaking, cracking.
That's all I seem to do.
Like a box without a backing:
Useless and empty too.
I cannot feel wind in my hair
Nor the sun on my face.
Now the question is, do I dare
To this Depression Face?
Sadness comes and sadness goes,
But you have always stayed.
Depression, my depression woes
My life you have delayed.
My friends have gone,
My family nearly there.
So I will put a mask of smiles on
And say, "What Depression? Where?"
To Die Will Be an Awfully Big Adventure by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
To Die Will Be an Awfully Big Adventure
I am not scared of death.
No, Death and I are friends.
When I take my last breath,
I will be happy to see the end.
Don't get me wrong,
I do not seek to die a horrid way.
I intend to live my life long
And keep old Death at bay.
But when Death comes,
I will abound in the great expanse of fields.
I will prance as Death will lunge
For happiness I will never yield
Come away with me;
let's run off in the night.
Stomp on the eggshells and run through the fields,
for this night
is the night
where we are free.
Free of our labels
free of our strains
free of our bindings
free of our pain.
Deteriorating Anchor by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
Deteriorating Anchor
do you ever just feel
like you're drifting
further and further
a w a y
and you're trying to hold on to the anchor
but its falling apart.
The one thing you thought you could count on
isn't there
when you need it
One View on the Stars by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
One View on the Stars
The stars are cursed.
Everyone looks up and admires their beauty, but no one acknowledges their pain.
They are burdened with looking down upon humanity;
our mistakes, failures, wars and pain.
The bad things happening to good people.
How horrible it must be to witness such horrors and not be able to turn away.
But worse still- they are forced to observe our joys,
our happiness,
our revelations,
our innocence.
And I believe they can see much more into our own race then we could ever know ourselves.
I believe they see our souls, our essence. They become attached to us...
and then we die. We are ripped away from them.
And they can't do anything a
Trees are the vessels of angels on earth. Think about it… the trees we see are old, wise, some have been there forever, it feels like. They sway in the wind, they bend and twist, but they rarely break. And that’s what I feel angels on earth are like; they are the strongest among us, and it doesn't matter what elements are thrown at them, what kind of interference, they always make the best out of it. You want to cut them down and chop them up, skin them? Fine, they will still be of service in firewood and paper. Trees are so self-sacrificing. I was like that at one point… still am, to an extent. I think that’s why I
We can’t walk through mirrors because our reflections are blocking us. This could be for several reasons. One could be because they are trying to protect us. What if the mirror world is a terrible place full of horrors and pain that we can’t imagine? Or maybe we are on that side of the mirror and the reflection does not want to share their perfect world with us. How selfish! How can they do that? We are one in the same… at least some part of them must empathize with us on some level. How dare they? Are they so bitter that they want to see us suffer? Well congratulations, you win. Now we’re the bitter ones, left longin
My Hell is empty. All my demons are here. And you know what? I've faced them all. Look, I'm still alive and whole. Maybe I wasn't at some point. Whole, that is. But I pieced myself back together, and despite a few scars, and a wiser mind for them, I'm good as new. You see demons come in all shapes, sizes, colors, forms. They each have a different mission too. Each have a unique way to test me, bend me, try and break me. They try to get to me all the time, but I won't let them. I refuse to let them be the anchor that pulls me down to their depths. I am a bird, flying high above the churning, snarling, angry sea that waits to drag me under. No,
My Fight Against the Monster is at its End by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
My Fight Against the Monster is at its End
I might fight back.
I might stand still.
I might just watch,
I've lost my will.
But you see, my love, my dear:
my sweet Depression provides a path.
It is a way to numb out this pain;
It is an art-form, it's a craft.
Masquerading, parading around-
I'm hiding in my skin.
This monster taking over my body
it embraces my kin.
I've fought and resisted for a long long time.
But now I'm simply tired.
At the same time, I'm coiled tight,
I've come down to the wire.
And now, my companion dear,
it's time to say goodbye-
Do not weep, do not be sad.
I don't want to see you cry.
For if you cry, then I will die
on some level inside.
My little flower, sw
When the snow falls,
I can't help but wonder:
What journeys have those flakes taken
to get to where they are now?
What sacrifices have they had to make?
Did they watch their brethren die?
Were they sad?
Are they trapped
in an endless cycle
and just want it to end?
I can relate.
I am stuck in this ever-repeating cycle,
and I don't know how to get out.
I have watched myself die
countless times.
And yet I wake up again
every morning
and go at it again.
I am the snow.
Forced to fall from the heavens
and melt away
time and time
again.
I'm not fine.
I'm not okay.
Just trying to survive,
Day by day by day.
Surviving is not living.
To live would be a dream;
To take instead of giving,
Impossible as it seems.
Splitting, breaking, cracking.
That's all I seem to do.
Like a box without a backing:
Useless and empty too.
I cannot feel wind in my hair
Nor the sun on my face.
Now the question is, do I dare
To this Depression Face?
Sadness comes and sadness goes,
But you have always stayed.
Depression, my depression woes
My life you have delayed.
My friends have gone,
My family nearly there.
So I will put a mask of smiles on
And say, "What Depression? Where?"
To Die Will Be an Awfully Big Adventure by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
To Die Will Be an Awfully Big Adventure
I am not scared of death.
No, Death and I are friends.
When I take my last breath,
I will be happy to see the end.
Don't get me wrong,
I do not seek to die a horrid way.
I intend to live my life long
And keep old Death at bay.
But when Death comes,
I will abound in the great expanse of fields.
I will prance as Death will lunge
For happiness I will never yield
Come away with me;
let's run off in the night.
Stomp on the eggshells and run through the fields,
for this night
is the night
where we are free.
Free of our labels
free of our strains
free of our bindings
free of our pain.
Deteriorating Anchor by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
Deteriorating Anchor
do you ever just feel
like you're drifting
further and further
a w a y
and you're trying to hold on to the anchor
but its falling apart.
The one thing you thought you could count on
isn't there
when you need it
One View on the Stars by I-am-undiscovered, literature
Literature
One View on the Stars
The stars are cursed.
Everyone looks up and admires their beauty, but no one acknowledges their pain.
They are burdened with looking down upon humanity;
our mistakes, failures, wars and pain.
The bad things happening to good people.
How horrible it must be to witness such horrors and not be able to turn away.
But worse still- they are forced to observe our joys,
our happiness,
our revelations,
our innocence.
And I believe they can see much more into our own race then we could ever know ourselves.
I believe they see our souls, our essence. They become attached to us...
and then we die. We are ripped away from them.
And they can't do anything a
Let's pretend for a while
So in our pain we can smile
As we got to a place where we're happy
I'll be Wendy
And you'll be Peter Pan
Take my hand
Sprinkle fairy dust on me from Tinkerbell
So I can fly with you out of this hell
Let's be Wendy and Peter Pan
Flying off to Neverland
To leave this world behind
With no sorrow in mind
I am Wendy
And you are Peter Pan
Holding hands as we fly to Neverland
Leaving Captain Hook in reality
Unable to fire his cannons at us
To make us crash and burn
To My Dearest Peter Pan by DontSayILoveYou, literature
Literature
To My Dearest Peter Pan
Dear Peter,
take me away.
take me so very far away,
to your never neverland,
so that i will never ever have to grow up.
My Dearest Peter Pan,
let me kiss the stars with you.
Let me kiss your rosy lips,
and let the stars witness my devotion
to the never-ending love
of my childhood.
My Dearest Peter,
i'm still waiting for you
to come through my window,
just as you did when i was a young babe.
Dear Mr. Pan,
i've waited and waited,
and i watch my window every night
just in hopes
that i'll see your mischevious shadow
lurking in on me,
as he did in those long ago days.
To My Dearest Mr. Peter Pan,
I don't think you're comi
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I refuse to be your china doll.
With your minions wielding microphones
Your gorgeous, dazzling, Barbie'd clones
Your lies, your smiles, your peddled "cure"
Your help, your love, your "Just a little bit more..."
"A little bit farther, and you'll lose who you were.
A little bit better, and you'll be just like her."
Mirror, mirror, at my feet,
Cracked and gone like once-was me,
Stop begging, stop pleading,
Stop lying, stop needing--
Let me go.
And leave.
I wish to remain dreamless
For in dreams I feel the longing
And when I wake
I find myself amidst the battle my mind has created.
In the agony of consciousness
There is no grand salvation
So this epic strive to stay alive
Has softly been abated.
I've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you wi
Sunshower
My life is a sunshower,
Raining while the sun peeks through the clouds,
Laugh for 30 minutes, cry for the next half hour,
Smiling and happily chatting, to sad stares and silent shouts,
Hearing the rain hit my rooftop,
While smiling and tears in my eyes,
Laughing at this absurdity, knowing I should stop,
But I can’t; it’s so unreasonable, laughing and crying at the same time,
Feeling sick on the inside, but putting on a front for the out,
Getting older and looking so, but wanting to stay young forever,
Knowing I should stay silent for a while, yet still whine and pout,
It’s raining but the sun still shin
I Am….
I am a human; I’m not flawless by any stretch of the imagination
I’m a loser, I’m a winner
I’m a right-minded, light soul; but I can also be a dark soul full of condemnation
I’m an expert and a beginner
I’m positive, but can get hit with depression
I’m good, I’m bad; I’m a believer, I’m a sinner
I’m clutch, but sometimes can’t handle tough conditions
I’m worse, but I’m better
I’m healthy, but can sometimes be full of infections
My mind’s weighing me down, but my soul is as light as a feather
I don’t need acceptance, b
I just told the guy I like I like him and he doesn't like me back and i know this is really shallow and superficial but i've liked this guy forever and i always thought i had some semblance of a chance but now it's like he ripped out my heart and stomped on it even though he's being super nice about it and hnnnnnnnnng i can't ok bye