bryannaAKINS560

Lay down your right to be human. Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain. You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars. No one knows what it is like to be you. Your smile is but one in a billion, A mask that you wear to ward off the questions. Your scars are your war paint, But this is a losing battle. You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side. So keep that pretty smile steady, And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes. Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.

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

I found myself where I've lot my mind: A nest of madness an misery. Among the tears shined A white cinder Untouched by messy Dark remainders Of my heart – this heart burnt to ashes By humankind's romance, and its fear Of unknown marshes: Cold and misty; But inside mud stir Gold and glory. But for women and men only joy And sex! And drugs! Can bring contentment. They never enjoy The blood that's shed For enlightenment. Pity those shades, For they'll never struggle anymore. For they'll never reach their destiny By staying indoor. For God's kind Is far too shiny For narrow minds. But a widened conscience is now doome