“I’m no good at writing.” “I can’t find the right words.” “It wouldn’t be as good as yours.” I keep hearing excuses such as these. People tell me that they’d love to write poetry, but they won’t simply because they feel it wouldn’t be good enough.
I’ll never forget your laugh and your smile The silly jokes and stupid games we played The days we wasted and the nights we pissed away Though no time was wasted when spent with you And while it happened so long ago It feels like only yesterday
People often mistakenly see my openness about my depression as a cry for help, or a method of attention seeking. They think that those who are genuinely depressed don’t talk about it and try to hide it, as though it’s something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Some are ashamed or embarrassed, but that’s because of how society still treats […]
I’m standing on the beach And I’m looking out to sea Several thousand miles of ocean Stand between you and me Last night I had a dream I saw inside my mind I was lying on the sand And you were by my side This is not a love song I don’t want […]