Dark Poetry

Falling in and out of depression makes it seem like nothing is really worth it

Sometimes things don't go the way you would like them to, other times you're taken by surprise after taking a crazy choice and finding out everything will slowly be all right.

But alas, most people on this earth will pronounce words of love condemning them to death if they must, but what if instead we began promising to live, to live for our loved ones? It took me years to accept this mere fact, and yet here I am now, realising that the love of my life is still the only person for whom I would be able to sacrifice eternal peace in the hope of finding a ray of sunlight in this world that is suffering

That time I wrote an entire autobiography after some major trauma as a way of leaving something aftery premature death... The first sentence was: if you are reading this I'm dead

I hate ranting on the internet but what the absolute fuck has happened to me? The thoughts are back...

Running away from home

And if we don't write for love, what do we even exist for?

When you become your parent's psycologist