Poker Face

“Are you stressed?” She folded her arms in concern.⁣I shook my head, “I don’t think so.”⁣We both looked down at my nails bitten and bloody and then back at each other,⁣Silence.⁣The creases of my mouth began to lift and ⁣I smiled for the first time in days.⁣

Depression, The Truth

Thoughts lag coming to an abrupt halt, heavy and hollow,Eyes paralyzed staring at something,Seeing nothing.Air releases entirely from the lungs,Taking a light head to remind me to breathe.Body numbing, Stomach falling,and cheeks flushed to the ghost that has just reappeared. Snap out of it,Stay positive.An idea, a mistaken belief,That this springs from nurturing negative thoughts,That … Continue reading Depression, The Truth