I am all about this life I am so ready for the next breath. I am in no rush, I am healing. Everything being “fine”, actually can be sincere now. I am so about the music right now, too. I am so thankful

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW, I AM SO HAPPY. I AM NO LONGER COVERING MY EYES FROM SADNESS. I AM COVERING MY EYES, BECAUSE THE LIGHT OF THE BEAUTY IN LIFE IS BRIGHT. REALLY, I AM ACTUALLY OKAY.

We were there. There in the soft, cold sand. The wind coming from the Pacific was chilling with each gust, so you held me close. The mist made the ocean look untouchable, but we managed to get our feet

Some nights, I still think of the hospital. It is hard to believe that it was only five months ago, for I feel more recovered than I thought I would be within this time span. When I think about the hospital,

Two months ago, I had the guts to jump off of a bridge. When I found myself at that point, the end, it ended there. I came to the point of noticing when I get frustrated with my sadness, I needed a different

I am more vibrant looking within my visualizations during meditation. I would like to believe that it is a reflection of my inner, true self. A frequency put me into the state of mind, and it stuck there.

"Being helped is not being given a pill a day-hell, four pills a day. Being helped is finding deep-rooted issues and learning how to cope with them. If pills were the answer, I would still have a

WHY IS HAPPINESS SUCH A HARD GIG? I AM TIRED OF IT ALL, I HAVE SAID IT BEFORE NOW IT IS BECOMING TO SOUND LIKE A REINSTATED OPINION. THE MOMENTS WHEN I AM SMILING, I KNOW TO TAKE IN AND ENJOY. I FIND MYSELF

This is not coming from a doctor, medical student, or a school therapist; but from someone who is familiar. I have told and have been told by others that “It’s a process.” For a long time, I thought that

Life is so beautiful. The world is filled with good and change. Every breath is euphoric. Every smile is a blessing in time. Love is more than words, and never enough of them are said. The stars are more

I hate this place, and you know that But things can change- Change is okay You have shown me that I wondered if it would be different, but I made a commitment While we held hands in the rain Not every

It’s been a bad year and I have some problems I had to write this down because; I don’t know how to solve them Mentally unstable Inside of this garage “High as fuck.” Screaming at my demons They want me

I grew sour within the hour Because; I gained the time to hate myself Getting high isn’t like getting high anymore It’s not like seventeen It’s not like getting high anymore I’m not saying I’ll try anything

I had a suicidal thought last night, but today is so much more beautiful. I observe the cotton whisps that float from tree-to-tree, and I can not help but inhale the undefinable scent of the blossoming

THE RAIN ON MY WINDSHIELD CREATED A GLARE FROM THE TRAFFIC PASSING BY ME, PRACTICALLY BLINDING ME. I DIDN’T CARE THOUGH, I SORT OF HOPED IT WOULD. IT WAS 3AM, I WASN’T SURE WHERE I WAS LEAVING TO, I HAD

“I don’t blame anyone for anything that took place or took a toll on me, I blame myself. It’s really hard for me to explain the feelings I’m having, but they’ve been happening since middle school. It’s

I remember a flower crown, lightly placed on top of your head. I can still feel my sticky skin from the humidity of the summer evening. Laughter echos in my ears, and sometimes I can remember myself smiling.

I remember that you would acquire bleach stains on each of your shirts. You could never choose between blue, purple or pink. Now we smoke cannabis; and talk about how our parents used to drink. We talked

My knees force me through the water that tries to defy my steps Under my feet, I don't know what to expect Soft sand could be waiting; but so could sharp rocks Don't forget the discarded glass Or the edges

I dream of a girl In purple light The one who dances inside of my head all night On her knees On top of the mattress- extra plush Her hair tosses side-to-side I watch her laugh in slow motion Her eyes