NobodyImportant

The moment you stop trying to the type of person who deserves the one you love is the moment you no longer deserve them.

Why won't your memories just leave me alone? I want nothing more from you. Just go.

I saw her pain, her scars, and said nothing, too frozen by the force of my own pain to offer what relief I could to her's.

No matter how far I run, my past refuses to fall behind in the dust. My demons never leave me.

Everyone at one point or another struggle with depression or suicidal thoughts. Some hide it well enough that they manage to get through daily life and no one notices.

Sometimes we feel trapped, and sometimes we feel as though there is only one way out. Poem.

My grandfather passed away several years ago, yet I can still feel him in every single thing.

She stood on a stone column, hunched over in fear...

Just a lil something I wrote. More of the prologue to a book than a short story, but let me know what you think.

A Poem about depression. Kinda sorta.