and now it’s just too late to wish me back again

It all slips through my fingers.
I squander every chance, and I know it’s because every time something good comes to me, it doesn’t take long before it is ruined.

“They left me here on my own
in a nightmare
And I just can’t forgive anymore
So I smile and turn away”

I’m trying to keep my head up, but my neck is weak and my brain heavy with thoughts of what-could-be-if-only-in-a-dream.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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