The Race…

In the race of elusiveness,
I am not sure if H is winning or S.
They both seem far away to me.

Maybe they will see me wave with a tired, somber expression
And maybe, just maybe,
They will miss me too.

On Facebook…

My good friend posted:

As I’m getting older and my kids are getting older I wish I still had my granny to talk to. It sucks not having family, so those of you that do have family and are close to them enjoy every min.

I thought it over for a second and posted:

Its hard to enjoy family even if they are five minutes down the road when they make you hate yourself and regret your entire life. I am sorry for you though. Its not fair that good families are broken and bad families are chained together. It’s just sad.

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I wish I had something else to post, but I didn’t. And it’s just sad.

Lost?

Maybe we are not lost in the dark at all…

Maybe, we are just lost in the shadows of those in the light,

Or maybe,

We are just lost in the light..?

Scars, or Diagnoses

The scars on the surface-

They will heal.

It’s the ones that are unseen-

They are the ones that kill.

Miniscule

You and I are small.

Tiny.

Miniscule pieces of the puzzle that is the universe.

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But a puzzle needs every piece to be complete.

Laryngitis, or a Moment of Silence

What would the world be like if, for a week, we all suffered from laryngitis? It would take much more effort to talk and be much more painful to say hurtful things. Would our voicelessness change anything?

Would we take a moment to think before we spoke? Would we realize half of the things we said were not necessary?

Would we learn to look into each others’ eyes and speak through them?

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Maybe.

But after that week, everyone would go back to their ways.

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History always repeats itself.

A Look into Human Nature…

http://www.bustle.com/articles/36369-i-dressed-as-a-goth-a-party-girl-and-a-manic-pixie-dream-girl-heres?utm_source=fbpro&utm_medium=Facebook&utm_campaign=fbpros
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*Still learning how to do all this layout stuff…*

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Wonderful article by

MARIE SOUTHARD OSPINA on BUSTLE

This is a mirror for us all. Quite an interesting read. It helps me feel better about myself and what kind of person I try to be. It’s still very sad though. I hope you enjoy the article.

Door

Sometimes,

I feel like I am a door.

Because almost everyone,

In my life,

Walks away from me,

As easily,

As they walk up to me.

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And I just swing in the empty breeze…

The Lost

The universe is infinite. You are one person in it. Just one. It is usual to feel alone, to be scared, to be angry… To not know what to do or where to go. To be completely and utterly lost, but don’t worry… I’m lost too.

In the Beginning…

I am writing this blog to battle through my depression. I have come to my all time lowest that I actually wanted to kill myself. Somehow, I called the Suicide Hotline and managed to talk enough pain out to start this. This will keep track of my progress through my battle with depression. I will also post questions about life and depression and I will post poetry and philosophical one liners. Anything that I feel I need to keep track of so that I may conquer this demon of mine.

I do not have money for counselors or medication. I do not have a family that understands. I have a very few dear people in my life and now this blog. I am going to win this fight and it starts now.

Thank you for reading (if anyone does) and maybe this will help you or someone you know too.