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Life is …
Life is the space between your ears,
Life is the song that no one hears,
Life is the place that only you know,
Life is the grass growing through snow,
Life is the touch of a lover’s hand,
Life is a castle melting in sand,
Life is the laugh that’s stuck in your throat
Life is a poem that god wrote
Life is the shiver on a warm night,
Life is like death, only not quite.
Life is the space between your ears,
Life is the song that no one hears,
Life is the place that only you know,
Life is the grass growing through snow,
Life is the touch of a lover’s hand,
Life is a castle melting in sand,
Life is the laugh that’s stuck in your throat
Life is a poem that god wrote
Life is the shiver on a warm night,
Life is like death, only not quite.
Literature
Life
Ive seen the world with these two eyes.
A movie played inside my mind.
Ive traveled the seas in half the time
Without ever leaving home.
Ive spread my wings but didnt fly
Ive touched heaven, but I didnt die
Had the chance to ask God why
Without ever receiving an answer.
Ive count the stars and made to ten
Lost track and had to start again.
People laughed, but thats how we make friends
Without ever knowing their name.
Ive loved completely and watched them leave
I tell the storysome dont believe
Let them go or did you flee?
Without seeing what tomorrow brings.
I
Literature
Depression is
Depression is an ocean,
unpredictable and unwavering.
Its depths are deep.
Its Highs are shallow.
Depression is the sky,
amazing and determined.
Its depths reach our soul.
Its highs touch the heavens.
Depression is the sun,
Mysterious and huge.
Its depths are unimaginable.
Its Highs wish to swallow the earth.
Depression is...me...is it you?
Literature
ALONE
No one can see the pain that we hide,
They're happy for us to keep it inside,
Our fear is our own; they don't want to know,
Why sould we involve them; why should it show.
You live your whole life in confusion and fear,
The need to feel something unbearably near,
Half of you living, Half of you gone,
And inside you know what your doing is wrong.
The thing's that can help, the thing's that may heal,
Are the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel,
The destruction of skin means the death of your soul,
But there's nowhere to run when your living alone.
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Life is all these and more.