• Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
    Your part in my story was over, and I had to accept it.

    "we understand," they all claim.

    "But do you?
    Do you understand
    Tears rolling down your cheeks
    at 3 am?
    Do you understand
    Permanent sadness?
    The hollow feeling
    You get when you know
    You'll always be alone?
    Do you really think
    that you understand?!?" I screamed at them.

    All they could manage was a small gulp As they tor their eyes away and told themselves that they understood.

    I want a love that would make Shakespeare blush.


  • No words..


  • @hales17 said in I'm leaving no words unsaid.:

    Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
    Your part in my story was over, and I had to accept it.

    "we understand," they all claim.

    "But do you?
    Do you understand
    Tears rolling down your cheeks
    at 3 am?
    Do you understand
    Permanent sadness?
    The hollow feeling
    You get when you know
    You'll always be alone?
    Do you really think
    that you understand?!?" I screamed at them.

    All they could manage was a small gulp As they tor their eyes away and told themselves that they understood.

    I want a love that would make Shakespeare blush.

    You are soooooo good at this stuff. (I presume it's your work). :)