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DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.Depression by pixijane
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired
EverydayEveryday by SolitaryChild
Everyday is the day he'll find me.
Every night is the night he'll come back.
Every dream is cursed with his face
Every memory is painted black.
Every time dark corner outside
is the place where he'll hide.
Every time I feel eyes on my head
Is the time I wish I were dead
I see his face in my dreams
I hear his voice in my mind
I feel his eyes on my head
I know he's behind
Three years pass
he's still here
every memory I call dear.
He haunts my memories
he haunts my dreams
all the cries
and all the screams.
Every bruise and every smack...
Everyday he's coming back
Current Residence: Somewhere In Canada|
Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal, Rock, that sort of stuff
Personal Quote: "Why does the grass feel like pants?"