What makes me happy? To be honest, I don't know. It's a question I've been asked a number of times and rarely know the answer to. What's happiness even? When you've lived with depression as long as I have, it's kind of hard to figure out what a regular stream
We're sipping red wine on the balcony, Her legs laid on my laps, I watch her hair flow gently in the light evening breeze, It enhances her face in ways so subtle, her beauty ever so like a dream. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She's laughing at my jokes, the kinds I tell myself
People hear that you're depressed and instantly think you're sad, That they'd be able to do something that'd instantly cheer you up, They suggest movies or going out, something to put a bounce in your step, When you're so far down under, in a blackhole that sucks all light away.
Cuddled together on a cold rainy night, I run my hands across your body and feel your breath on my skin, It’s gentle and hot, and many kinds of warm, It makes me want to do more than cuddle, To do things to your body in more ways than
Recently, I’ve had a couple of people tell me that they find it easy to open up to me and tell me stuff that they rather would not have. It…