There is a calmness
Your love takes away the chaotic mind
The madness that engulfs
like a wild Scottish day
The water is still
The mind cleared
The loft empty
Love is peaceful
Love is quiet
The stirring in me gone for now..
How do you conquer love when tortured inside?
The grey matter that courses through
The black Tar throbbing in ones veins
And then another kind soul
A true love
A kind love
Falls for the victim
Falls for the broken bird
Fallen from the sky
How does one allow love to flourish when pain
Hatred feeds the heart
Perhaps there can be no such love
Perhaps once broken, the darkness engulfs never to be seen again
Death is the only path…
I started to realise that I could only function as a human being for maybe half of a year, three quarters at a push. After that I am taken to the world of the dead. Like those zombie movies but everyone kinda just still sees me in this body with my smile, my kindness, my weak heart…
I need to paint. I need to let the brush take me away on my journey. Some other place, a quiet place my own private underworld where my wild beasts are..
Depression. It’s a term used so often but what does it actually mean?
What does it mean?
If Someone has lots of joy in their life, a beautiful family, a home, friends, love and a great future ahead why should they feel sadness? Surely they have everything what is there to be sad about?
Depression doesn’t care what you have or how much is in your life that can cause you to smile it takes it all from you in an instant. It captures you and leaves you at its mercy you are left with no control you look at your beautiful family and all that you have but still you don’t want to be here.. Depression swallows you up and eats away at your soul until it feels black darkened with sadness