My words have
An ability that most do.
They're amplified, however.
Stronger than any.
There's a passion behind them,
A longing, sensing story.
They slice through men like butter,
Yet heal wounds like a sorcerer's spell.
They shove people to the darkest pits of hell,
But they also raise people from their depths.
You see,
Words are flexible.
The word light,
Can mean differently.
To one who loves, thrives, and lives in light,
Light is positive, weightless, peaceful.
To the one whose strength is darkness,
Light is a weight, a burden, and pain.
The wordsmith carefully manipulates,
Every sentence shaped for his intended recipient.
What's harmless to one,
Is the worst pain to another.
Numbness
It's nice, y'know, not to feel anything. I don't have to feel pain, and other people's words don't hurt anymore. It lets me just be me, without worrying about life. Everything just happens and I don't have to care.
It hurts though. It's odd, not to feel happy or to have joy in things. I don't have passion about much, and days seem monotonous. Sometimes, it feels more like existing than living.
There are benefits to having undiagnosed depression and there are negatives. If I just told someone, if I just bothered to say something, I could feel again. I could truly live again, but I don't believe in that, I don't want to be interrogated, and I don't want to be pumped full of medications to deal with something that I've been living with just fine.
Beauty is Subjective
Around us she dances,
Her elegance showing in her moves.
She weaves through the crowd,
Laying not more than a gentle touch
On every man and woman passed.
No man can keep his eyes off her,
Everyone tracks her with their eyes,
And she turns red with their glances.
She moves with her mate.
Wherever he goes, she goes.
She is his constant companion,
Since a young age.
They grew together, and together,
They became better.
Together they are vicious.
They are a force to be reckoned with.
Their movements are an improvised waltz,
Each just as precise.
What went wrong?
What did we do wrong?
How did this happen?
What could we have done?
She's dead now.
Killed herself.
We're all broken.
What did we do?
We barely talk,
Period.
We avoid each other like the plague.
It hurts too much to see the friends we had.
We can't even talk to each other without breaking.
She was our cornerstone,
But we never realized it.
We teased her, bullied her, ignored her.
What happened to us?
Sorry?
I sit there, this isn't fair.
All of them have a friend.
I want to find one that's mine.
I can pretend to be fine, and pretend to be kind.
But the anger, the fear, the rage
Builds up
Consumes me.
I lash out.
Fists fly,
But only mine.
They're so scared,
They can't even move.
The kid who took everything
Now threw it all back.
She felt clean
Happy
Pure
For once
But she knew it wouldn't last.
Days later, darkness returns.
It's eyes are spaceless.
It isn't even human anymore.
It stands, stares, and takes everything.
It isn't living anymore, simply existing.
An attempt on her life.
A sharp steel dipping into skin
Repeats again and again.
This is her way of feeling again.
Too numb, can't breathe.
Her temporary reprieve is just that.
The darkness will return.
I finally have escaped.
Graduated from the place.
Found a new home with new kids.
It's better now.
The darkness is still there,
Not gone completely,
But it is manageable.
It's hard some days for me,
But I have a supportive community.
I hope it will stay like this.
Forever.