Should I meditate?
Should I medicate...
We’re all broken
We’re all in pain...
Under haunted skies,
another sleepless night...
Who needs
street lamps anyway...
Stretch for that thread,
tug on it for assistance...
I don't know if time really heals,
but the tears I bled will always be scarred upon...
Mirror of the future,
where is my home...
The lonely look of fear runs back into the...
drowned out by the noise of survival...
I know you are not worth my thoughts or pain,
but there is always a shadow of you that remains...
The mirror inside of me has two different faces,
each shard of glass holding a story of my life...
People always question “where is the love?”
but isn't that up to you to decide...
Let me tell you,
my depression...