Depression, home, pandemic & hope. A long entry of me venting about my mental health and how 2020 has sucked for me. (I hope everyone is staying safe during the pandemic and I wish you all a happy holiday).
This is me venting about my depression and life. You don't need to read this haha. Happy holidays guys.
I was young, and the world was at my mercy. I dreamed of all the places I would go, the people I would meet. That all changed into "we" After I met you. Where would "we" go, who would "we" meet?
"The new year"
A poem dedicated to my
wonderful and kind brother who is struggling this Christmas
A poem dedicated to my brother who is dealing with separation this Christmas. It can be a painful time of year, but with family it can turn into a fond memory.