Her lips were poison
The flower that bled venom
now coursed through my veins

Throw love to the winds
may it blow through the broken
And warm tired bones

I was off!
"to hell and back," I said.
But now I cant quite seem to find my way back

Once the depression becomes routine,
Happiness never really feels comfortable again.
It comes around
now and then,
like an old friend.
You laugh and drink
and reminisce about all the plans you had that never panned out.
All the hope you invested,
in the jobs, the relationships, the dreams and goals.
And you laugh at how foolish you once were for ever having such ideas.
But the laughter dies out
And your smile fades
And you know in the back of your mind
that soon, your happiness will be gone again,
and you can never quite forgive it for leaving.
You cant blame it,
All you ever did was hold it back.
Maybe somebody else could make better use of it.
And the depression,
Well the depression is no Stranger.

But he was broken
and she couldn't understand
no one ever does

She looked at me
With a tenderness that I had never known
And in that moment
I was free