Skyscraper it too the top, Steady feet on the floor, it’s too early too fall, The mind is a fragile place to be. Narcissistic all the way, He can’t save you go save yourself, Love is not here to torture but loneliness is…..run. Love makes you high, Lust makes you crazy, Loneliness makes you fall.
Cranium open, let it bleed, Black noises spilling out, Demons are causing affray, I want to suppress her whispers. Fake smiles covered deep red, Fuck yours meds, they’ll drag me up, What will Damus predict, Scared of the past and running from the future, Oh im a black addict. Is it the devil or me
This week has been a truly profound, eye opening, fucking tear my life apart kind of journey. The one in where you plan a gap year or two, pack your bags, brag to your friends, stick your middle finger up to the monotonous job of which you hate, make sure you have money, booked your
Mornings here it brought the dog, open my eyes, just exist. Wipe the drops and bury my face, Another day, life of lies and persist. Her smile gives off light and gives me hope , Grab my mask of which I hide And pray I learn to cope. Carry on, don’t give up….. All words
I like a mass of other people on the planet have I depression whether it is something you manage or in the spectrum of ‘i don’t want to be alive’ and fear everyday you wake up because you just cant cope. It could be because your job is overwhelming you, everything around you is changing
Depression, is it one sole issue or is it something that we end up with because of a whole array of other issues that snow ball into the inevitable? With certain other mental health issues, such as Bipolar and schizophrenia I know that is more of an imbalance of the chemicals in the brain or early head