My demons though quiet, are never quite silenced. Calm as they may be, they wait patiently for a reason to wake, take an overdue breath, and crawl back to my ear and make me feel everything I want to leave behind again and again.
vforvisual: "She wore the scent of early spring on her delicate neck …" Spring by Michael Faudet
Repost by @gemmatroypoetry: "Thank you for reading my poetry and quotes. I try to post new poems and words about love life friendship family and of course me every day. The backgrounds to my words contain shells seed pods flowers feathers insects butterflies and anything else I can find in nature. I love to write in nature and collect anything created from earth. You can always find me writing at the beach next to the river or under a tree. . Please tag me in reposts they are always…
crying self hate die dead cry dying sadness darkness self destruction loneliness hate myself Invisible depressive larry brown after a year in therapy my psychiatrist said to me maybe life isn't for everyone xonceuponatimexx