"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
No, depression is not just getting sad.
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Ignorant people.
Just.
Like.
You.
Forgive me, I like my quiet days, a little too much. The ones with the books, the pillows...the coffee and socks, and the odd bout of rain. I like to settle down, with an old show marathon, and let the world down the drain. When happenstance, gives you that once in a blue-moon-chance, to put your phone mostly on silent, for the better part of a week. And the chocolate you saved, for just such an occasion, is twice as sweet. I like the days of mundane tasks, without the focus, on the rings or the whistles. And the smell, of ink and parchment, the click of keys with the certainty that, they're not being pressed to chat, with anyone, it tickles. Forgive me, I like my quiet days, it's a bit of a mood. Between the new-blooming flowers, and the soft of the hours, there's nothing as good.
20 Ways to Boost Your Creativity by illuminara, literature
Literature
20 Ways to Boost Your Creativity
1. Create something every day. If there’s one secret to productivity, this is it. It’s not sexy or exciting, but the bottom line is that creative masterpieces aren’t built overnight. They take time and dedication, and you will only make real progress if you work every day. If you haven’t formed a daily habit of creativity yet, start today. It takes about a month if you’re serious about it, and then it becomes second nature and you’ll never look back.
2. Value progress over perfection. Productive and perfect are not synonyms. Which would you rather be?
3. Accept that what you create won’t be perfect
Broken pieces of a memory
Crushed between my hands
Lonliness engulfs the sadness
The blackness hides away
All that I have ever cared to know
Destroying everything I cared to know
LIFELESS, LAY THERE ON THE FLOOR
EMOTIONS RUNNING DRY
The defeaning whispers fill my ears
EYES THAT SHIFT BUT NEVER SEE
A HEART THAT BREAKS BUT NEVER BEATS
I feel like I am inhaling poison
Longing, longing for something that is
More than just an optimistic thought
Grasping onto what I believe is real
Tell me if this truth is real
I'm drowning in a pit of lies
I run my hands against the wall
Imprinting blood stained marks
Isolation is my prison
Trapped within a sea