Originally
I decided to be
Anonymous
As I sit
Whiskey on my lips
Time to be free
Corner booth
I make my move
Look at me
From darkness to daylight
Now in plain sight
I’ll hide no more
Anonymous
Can kiss my ass
My name’s Danyle
Where does depression hurt? Everywhere
Who does depression hurt? Everyone
You’re standing in a crowded room – but you feel like you’re the only one
Think of all you have, focus on the blessings
Hearing all of that just makes me feel guilty
If I could pull myself together, get over it like a cold
Fill my mind with all the positives, just do as I’ve been told
The problem is I’m sad for no reason, I’m stuck in the dark without a light
People say time will make it all ok, but it’s time that turned my days to nights
You hate yourself for feeling like this, you take a pill to get better
But the pill makes you feel things and those things make you write letters
The letters say goodbye and all you want to do is say hello
Get back to the person you used to be before you had this ‘cold’
The truth is that this disease of sadness kills you slowly from the inside
So please stop trying to tell those who have it that it’s all going to be alright.
My biggest fear
a familiar line
out of sight
out of mind.
All those little moments that meant so much to me,
Aren’t even shadows living in your memory
My give a damn is busted
My walls are built, the gates been closed
The hopeless romantic I used to be
Is a girl no one will get to know
I’ve cried the tears worth crying
I’ve kissed the frogs and still no prince
I don’t want to be this closed off
I don’t want to live life on the defense
“You’re amazing, smart and beautiful”
Don’t tell me things I already know
I’m leaving hope on its pedestal
The highs don’t outweigh the lows
‘It doesn’t click’, ‘the timing’s off’
‘I got caught up in the moment’,
‘I’m not ready for a relationship’
The pathetic excuses they blame it on
You rack your brain and analyze
You lose countless nights of sleep
You’re the prize, the championship ring
The finders keepsake they don’t want to keep
So I’ve put my guard up, I’ll sit this one out
Don’t put me in for the rest of the game
Because to play is a risk – three strikes you’re out
And the strikes just aren’t worth the pain
– Danyle L.M. 4/20/16
The Dalema 