My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...

He respects my cold silence.
Understands when I start to triple check...

That boy is not the world,
And he will leave you shaking in the shower...

My heart has been broken
too many times to count...

You're drowning,
And very well-aware...

The first boy I gave myself to
Is now being investigated for murder...

We were like a
Nicholas Sparks novel...

Three weeks and three days
since you last said you loved me...

Emptiness,
swallowing me whole...

When telling stories of my life,
I make sure to keep an even tone...

Lilies and dandelions,
opposites per say...

Night;
the loneliest time of the day...