I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow
Open me, come open me. Open up my heart. Remind me where we came from by showing me the start.
Nothing is brighter than a failing star. One day there, the next day gone. Morning light swallowed by the night.
Would you ever, if you never saw the stars. Learn to dream in the dark away from the light. Would
I see and read the struggle everyday. Our struggles, through the posts, they become a canopy. A hanging remembrance of