The dirt is thrown.

Rip out the grasssetting free the soil underneathas you dig those holes larger with each strokethe dirt is thrownthe remorse is uplifted because messes can be cleaned by anyone.Freely you continue as you slip into a rather large hole and you lay yourself down thinking could I lay like this forever?How long?Depression is a placeContinue reading “The dirt is thrown.”

With your depression bottled.

We go to therapists to get our gripson all of this as if that’s their purpose although they to stressfret about how to dressand they fill of doubt maybe even regretting their route wondering if this profession was rightthey deserve a re-writegoing home with your depression bottled they take it out of their bags quicklyContinue reading “With your depression bottled.”