The Colours Are Almost Gone ‘Countless bursts of colours swim… Vivid explosions of expression That know no bounds That never had bounds

Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that

Putz She laughed, sometimes Made me smile, a lot Raged, sometimes Made me run for the hills, occasio…

The fall is less frightening Than the ledge upon which I stand To fly like a bird is freedom To stand like a monolith to pain i… The water looks so calm below

Your inability to see What’s killing me Endlessly This is my destiny A loop of death

They scream He cries She laughs Sound can be a powerful thing Songs can touch the heart

Ice cold Nice cold, Frosty breath Chilling death. Burning flame

He is lost Alone Is he dead? Is he alive? Trembling hands

When you’re too tired to feel Too numb to care When there’s no one there To hold you close The Darkness obliges

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,

Depression is... Like a towering mountain, On my back Like my shadow, Always there, always dragging me d…

Is it dark? Or am I blind? The spirals of encroaching night Betray the trust of the light. Shadows wail beyond the mist