Write it down;
in my dictionary

maybe I'll magically do it
...someday

the scent of strawberry lingers,
but I didn't like how smoke
crowds your room

Hey, how are you?
Are you grateful for this year?
Or are you mad because you can't go anywhere
because of the invincible disease that's floating everywhere
The disease that hinders your freedom
Or are you thankful because you had the chance
to know yourself more,
the chance to make up for the lost time with your loved ones
Or are you alone by yourself with nothing to do but
listen to the tick of the clock, the beat of your heart and
the classic beep of pure silence
Or does the loneliness that engulfs you acts as a therapy for your
broken soul,
Or is it just the fuel that feeds the monster inside
The monster that makes you vulnerable to your emotions,
The monster that keeps you up all night weeping,
The monster that's slowly drifting you away from being sane,
The monster who everyone calls a “phase”
But you call it depression.
Because no one understands the agonizing misery you’re going thorough
And instead of fighting for being in control
you just gave up and let it roam
because you are now tired of their judgment,
of their criticism,  
of their endless complaints.
But don’t worry you’ll get through this
You’ll make It through this.
Because you’re a warrior who survived war even without weapons.

Was once lively
Now not
Was well known
Now forgot
Born to thrive
And born to rot
But coffee's right
down the block...

Anne told me to love
Nate told me to stop
Noah screamed at me to trust
Isaac yelled at me to fall
Sarah convinced me that its alright
Aaron said its not okay

and i told them to shut up
then be buried