Truth

Everyone has Truths.

Facts about life

that they know 

to be true. 

Maybe your Truth is a white dude in the sky, nothingness, an inner Light, multiple gods, or connection. There aren't many rules to having a Truth. Any actually. Just that you believe it.  I guess. 

You can't deny

someone 

their truth. 

There's This Lie

   There's this lie.
It can creep into the back of your mind if you're not careful.

   There's this lie.

That can seep into your thoughts. 

   There's this lie. 

That could end your life.

There's this lie that suicide is beautiful,

poetic, even. 

A courageous end to a hard life.

Lies.

Suicide is ugly. 

It's the ugliest thing on Earth. 

Depression isn't lying in bed waiting for your white knight. 

It's sore throats and broken stomachs from throwing up too much. 

It's blood running cold down arms that have been torn apart in hatred. 

It's sobs at a funeral for someone who was taken too soon. 

Suicide is not beautiful. 

There's this lie 

that it is. 

Crush it.

Wasting Time

Is it a waste of time to sit,
staring out the window- wishing-

taking in what you can't quite have?

Is it a waste of time to clean,

to put effort into something that

will only be undone?

Is a waste of time to write,
something that will
only be forgotten?

Is it a waste of time to love,

knowing it will only end  

in a blink of an eye. So fast you can't
quite catch it, so slow you can only replay it
over and over.

Is it a waste of time to live,
for you can only die?

No.

Sometimes

Sometimes

when everything feels big

and towering around you.

When the light is dim and

darkness

is all I seem to be able to know. The sadness

closes

my eyes for me. Shielding

from the horror that depression

brings

in

from the scraps of death

of it's heart.

Forever Books

Here's the thing about long books:
when you're reading them you go
yes, yes, keep going
Keep going until the spindles of forever
wrap itself around your heart to make it beat just a little bit faster
until the words swirl in your mind and all you know
all you can feel are the words
of this single book.
but here's the other thing, you want to know
what happens?
who happens?
how does their story end?
but again, there is the forever tapping on your window
and you welcome them