I'm stuck inside my thoughts again, A place where the light feels dim, Where yesterday keeps calling my name, And tomorrow feels uncertain and grim. I wish I could go back to the days, When happiness came a little more free, When I didn't have to fight my mind, Just to find a little peace in me. I miss the person I used to be, Before the weight became so strong, Before I learned to hide my tears, And pretend that nothing was wrong. The memories play like an old song, Familiar

How can someone carry so much anger, and let it harden their heart? Why turn kindness into weakness, and tear good people apart? Why hold onto every grievance, like a trophy made of pain? Why punish those who never hurt you for wounds you cannot explain? What makes someone choose bitterness when they could choose to heal? Why build walls around their heart instead of letting themselves feel? You can be hurt without becoming cruel. You can be angry without destroying. You can

How bitter must a heart become to turn a child into a wall, to close a door between a father and the family who would catch his fall? A child should never carry anger that belongs between grown hearts. They shouldn’t have to choose a side or wonder why their world is torn apart. You can hold your grudges, you can keep your pride, you can tell yourself whatever helps you sleep peacefully at night. But someday that child may ask, “Why did you keep them away?” And no bitter expl

Be proud of yourself not just for the victories, but for every quiet battle you fought when no one could see. Be proud of the mornings you got up when your heart felt heavy, of every time you kept moving when you weren’t sure where you were going. You’ve carried things that could have broken you, and somehow, you kept finding pieces of yourself to put back together. You don’t have to be fearless to be strong. Sometimes strength is simply saying, “I’m still here. I’m still tr

The curtain falls, the lights grow dim, But nothing can extinguish him. A voice, a smile, a wicked grin, A thousand worlds he carried within. As Frank-N-Furter, bold and free, He taught the world to simply be. Through Rocky Horror, night by night, He showed us how to embrace our light. Then came Pennywise, haunting the screen, The dancing clown with eyes unseen. A character frightening, strange, and grand, Forever remembered across the land. In Clue, he served with wit and

The room grows soft around the edges, Thoughts drifting like clouds in the night, And somewhere beneath the quiet, A spark suddenly burns bright. A feeling I can’t quite explain, Restless, electric, alive, Like wanting to chase a moment And hold it before it can fly. My heartbeat feels louder than silence, My mind wanders farther away, And every little emotion Seems stronger than it was yesterday. Maybe it’s longing, maybe it’s dreaming, Maybe it’s simply my heart Caught some

I don’t know where this road will lead, But something in me says, proceed. There’s something about you I can’t explain, A little sunshine after rain. I find myself hoping you’ll notice me, Wondering what we could someday be. I’m not trying to rush what’s meant to unfold, I just want the chance to let my feelings be told. I’ll take my time, I’ll let things grow, And see where these feelings choose to go. Because when I like someone, I don’t pretend I care deeply, from beginn

Depression is a darkness no one else can see, A weight that settles somewhere underneath me. It steals the color from the brightest day, And makes every ounce of strength feel far away. It turns silence into something painfully loud, And loneliness can linger even in a crowd. It hides behind smiles, behind “I’m okay,” While quietly draining the light from the day. It makes tears fall without a reason why, And leaves exhaustion where dreams used to lie. It makes small things f

Tonight I stand where silence screams, Where hope is stitched together By thread so thin It trembles beneath the weight Of another aching day. Depression is a cruel storyteller. It whispers that tomorrow Will wear the same gray face, That every sunrise is just another reminder Of battles no one else can see. It tells me I’m tired. It tells me to stop believing. It tells me the war has already been decided. But depression has lied before. I am on the edge Not because I have st

Mental health fucking sucks. There’s no prettier way to say it. No ribbon to wrap around the wreckage, No silver lining when your own mind Declares war before you’ve even opened your eyes. Every morning I wake up Already exhausted from battles That happened while I was sleeping. I am trying my damndest. I’m clawing my way through days That feel heavier than mountains. I’m forcing breaths into lungs That forget what peace feels like. I’m dragging hope behind me Like it’s chain