Sometimes my words fill your empty mouth, My strength gets you up on those difficult days, And my hope helps to carry you through, Because I love you, Sometimes it doesn’t, Sometimes none of me reaches any of you, Rejection and isolation become your sustenance, On those days ...... I love you, At times your eyes spark with the thought of a future, We drink and we dance, We fuck and we forget, They’re my favourite days by far, We love those days together, And once in a while it all becomes too much for you, You can’t see a way out of your own darkness, Everything in your head gets louder - and drowns out the hope you had, Those are the days I fear, I’m sorry I don’t have the answers, You said you wished I could fix you, But I can’t ......... fix you, I can’t fix you because your not broken, Your not lost or alone, You have depression, We live with your depression, We relish the good days and fight through the bad, We live for the moments and deal with the downs, But your not broken my sweet, Your you, Depression Is part of you right now, We can’t fight this battle with a heart of hate, We win this war with acceptance, We accept that some days you will need my words, Or my strength or my hope, Because every day I need you, All and every part of you. My heart burns so bright for you, A single flame but enough to shine a light in your darkness, Sometimes I wish things were different, That you didn’t feel this pain, Sometimes I wish I could carry it for you, But I’m thankful, I’m thankful that I have you as you are, Rather than not having you at all, Because I love you, And I’ll always shine in your darkness.

What are you reading, working on or wanting to share , Let’s be seeing you 🫣✨ Lost soul You think with thoughts of tainted truths, Broken pieces of a reality that has been sewn together with needles of hate, You’re wrapped in a patchwork of lies and anger, You have so much to live for, But all you’ve known is a diet of festered abuse. How do I get through, Show you that there is more. More than the shadows that have become your light, More than the wrongs that you believe are right, The truth is I can’t, I can no more make you believe me than I can pluck the moon from the night, Because this isn’t my fight, This is yours and yours alone, Just know that hate comes from a tortured heart, Because if nothing else, It’s a place to start. Because torture is the damning of that which is good, The result of an ideal that has been misunderstood. . . .

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