My scars may be eternal, but they’re for darn sure not lifeless. They tell a story of survival.
Tag Archives: depression
Prisoner
“Pits of depression. / Bouts of angst. / Fists of fury. / Blade to… Stop. Put it away.”
Another Day, Another Year
We freaked out, but we’re better now. / We hoarded, but we have plenty now. / We prayed, but we wonder if it’s enough now. / We cried, but we’re running out of tears now.
SJ Talks 