Category Archives: On Depression
Enough
What are these cuts in me these slashes leaving me bloodless, leaving me thirsty, leaving me alone and naked and cold? Who am I with these scars I don’t recognize? I’m not at all the man I thought I would … Continue reading
Go, Then
with apologies to everyone who has shared the milk in my fridge, and the lists pinned to the outside — You think it’s easy because you’ve never had to tear it out of yourself even when it didn’t want to … Continue reading
Blessing
What sort of blessing is it to know within you that you are a wretched thing? What sort of blessing is it to accept your flaws? Cradle them to your skin as the balm they are — you can never … Continue reading
What if
What if want more than this petty life of human exhaustion gives me? What if I have dreamed of Angel fire and demon song? What if every hope I’ve asked for left me cold and broken, what if I find … Continue reading
What You Crave
Don’t ask me to watch you come apart into pieces; if you loved me, at all, you would never want me to do such a thing. If you cared for me even the slightest, you could not imagine me having … Continue reading