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

Super Heroes are real. Want to disagree?

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

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

A poem about finding the person inside

There are two sides to everything.

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

What Death constantly goes through