Poetic DepressionSo many days I feel completely alone. Like those who have professed their undying love for me are merely putting it on for show. That I will put all of my faith and trust into them, just to have it ripped away again like has happened so many times before. Leaving me stripped, beaten, and raw. Feeling like a terrified child desperate for acceptance and love, but too afraid to venture out of the dark corner I've been forced to stay in indefinitely.Poetic Depression
So many days I feel as though I am completely hollow. That the wind rushed right through me, stealing all warmth, extinguishing all light. Where my heart should be beating and breathing
Been an artist my whole life, well as long as I can remember anyhow. Very recently got brave enough to share with all of you! Hope you like what you see  |
Life's funny little ways
Winter Downs
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