Done Clocks are ticking Time is running out A rush of blood to the head occurs as I scramble to find reason in this madness I’m lost without you But you don’t seem to care You helped...

She was a lost, little wildflower Without a place to call home One day she thought about How she was all alone   The beautiful mind of hers Shook and spun around Walls of regret...

“I’m not good enough.”  That one, crippling thought often plagues my mind, popping up unannounced, like weeds shooting through a patch of vivid dandelions.  This happens every time I try to write...

The dark secret of depression is that many teens today are diagnosed with this mental illness. Some hide it with smiles while some just hide their hands in their jacket and carry on with their day. It...

Our perspective on attractiveness from the 1940’s to now has changed drastically. It does not matter how honest and generous someone is or how abusive and cruel someone is. The only thing that matters...

A simple, yet delicate and inspiring featherMy name is May, and I envy the birds. When I was smaller, I would run up to my mom and tell her that I could fly. She would just look down at my light blue...

At one time, I thought that I was dead. Not like the decaying corpse that rested in peace in its confined coffin, but someone who was to dead to such a point, that life was never truly its own. It was...