I am in pain. Could be worse though.
I feel like over the past months you have gradually been making me feel helpless, like a puppet who is doomed to lie at the corner of disaster.
I got diagnosed for chronic depression. It’s a mixed sense of hope, relief, and worry.
I go to you for a piece of solace
Walking over puddles
Carefully, one by one
Wishing I could fly through
On a dark rainy day
That’s what I hope for
As she walked further into the realms of reality, she understood how pretentious it is
And when you try to rise above, you realize the feet are tied to shackles that have being rusting for years
Confined in Uncertainty
What happens when you believe you can?
I can’t take this anymore. I need therapy.
There’s a bully in my head,
Who won’t leave me to rest,
Or let me think about anything nice.
It stays there all the time uninvited,
Telling me how anything I do doesn’t cut it.
How do I stand up to the devil in me?
Get off the proverbial treadmill, and take a walk
Some days I feel like I am making significant progress, and some days I want to die.