I'm posting a bit early because I don't want to forget later.

Title: At Night, I die
Word Count: 83
Story Notes: Another poem I wrote during one of my really bad times. I like this one; it's sad, but it contains hope... kind of.

At night, I die

Only to be born again in morning

The warmth of the sun

Brings life back to my body

Alive at least, I cry out in pain

Such agony in life

That I cannot be thankful in its return

Fleetingly, I wish for death

For oblivion

I ponder my existence

And wonder if existing in pain is better

Than not existing at all

I choose to exist

I live in pain

I exist in pain

And at night, I die

Less Than Shadows

Title: Less Than Shadows
Word Count: 58
Story Note: The thing about depression is that sometimes you just get so freaking lost. Like you'll never find your way out of this dark fog. That you'll never be able to be yourself again because that person is gone. That the world is going to end. That's what this is about.

Lying in my bed at night

I get the strangest feeling that

The day will never come again

The moon is hidden in thick fog

It shines no light into my room
The world outside is less than shadows

I remember being told

That the stars would guide me home
But I’m already home and still so lost