Last night I dreamt I was 22 and for some reason, it scared me. I felt my youth slip away and instead of feeling liberated, I felt trapped; bound by a death that’s soon to come. I don’t mind dying, just dying too soon. And it feels like my time is coming. Every morning I … Continue reading 21.
Tag: depression
the thing i tried so hard to do but couldn’t.
I’m sorry, this just isn’t for me. Don’t hate me, I tried.
hope is for the morning, but i don’t wake up until noon.
I miss the days when I woke up to pink and orange skies; sun beaming in my eyes — couldn’t fall back asleep even if I tried, That’s okay, I liked it. And I like to believe it was simpler then; when bills were my friends — on-time payments again and again, I felt strong … Continue reading hope is for the morning, but i don’t wake up until noon.
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And I like to believe I’ll remember these moments When peace rushes in and love takes over When sad songs make me happy and happy songs make me cry I hope I’ll remember these moments Because sadness comes so easily A tenant I cannot make move No matter how many debates I have with it … Continue reading one.
B.K Laurel 