Ghost

This is, more or less, a conversation with my depression if that were possible. Keep this in mind as you read: What I say has no quotations and what Depression says is in quotations

This is about depression/suicide and the smallest of things that may help.

A poem about finding the person inside

Super Heroes are real. Want to disagree?

There are many things we don't know about each other. This is just my thoughts on how we don't see each others pains naturally.

My best answer as of now to the question: "What goes on in your mind?"

Why do I still trust people when I'm constantly given reasons not to?

This is a poem about the death of my best friend. This is also true for clarity's sake

Poem on my lack of empathy.

What is home? Think about that as you read