Scared little girl

Fear is a strong emotion.

It can make you…

See things.

Think things.

Feel things.

Things that are only in your head.

When the fight or flight instinct kicks in….

Do you fight for what you love?

Or fly away as fast as you can?

Knowing you may get hurt.

Worse than ever.

Pull away…?

Or just enjoy the moment?

There is a  voice inside my head I can’t ignore.

“It’s not too late”

“It will only be worse later”

“Pull out now”

“At least pump the brakes”

But I don’t want to…..

You’re worth the risk.

I knew the rules when I started playing this game.

And that just makes it even scarier.



Hold on.

Hate is such a strong word.

But so accurate for something so vile.

You claim so many making them your subjects.

An army of disembodied souls.

Floating through life.


Floating implies weightlessness.


Fighting is a better word.


Coming up for a gasp of air before being pulled down again.

Depression is an ugly bitch.

Tearing apart hearts and minds.

Imaginary lines in the sand that can never be crossed.

Wanderers unreachable.

Blinded by her grasp.

A fickle whore you just can’t purge yourself of.

You can’t get over it.

You can’t shake it off.

Sometimes you need help.

And there’s no shame in that….

Even skyscrapers have support beams.

Depression is a daily struggle.

Know when to ask for help.

Its okay.

Dont be ashamed.

This is a great 24/7 fully confidential text service. 

It’s never to late.

Lost Stars

I love the way you laugh.

how you make me laugh.

I love that you’re creative and can do almost anything creative and make it look easy.

I love the way you dance like no ones watching.

I love the way even when its  all falling apart, you’re still so strong.

But honey you dont always have to be.

In a universe where we are All lost stars…..

You’re not gonna loose me.


Ill be the star chart that leads you home.