“Depression weighs you down like a rock in a river. You don't stand a chance. You can fight and pray and hope you have the strength to swim, but sometimes, you have to let yourself sink. Because you'll never know… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“On a second note, though, I have something to say about pain. There are lots of kinds of pain. Pain of smashing your fingers in a car door, pains of loosing a baby, pain of failing a test. But in their own little ways, these pains are all agonizing. Which is sad, and yet, happy, if you really think about… — Alysha Speer Copy Share
“There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said. So much has happened; so little has changed. We have so many words prepared; so many words are too hard to actually say. A few days have passed; this pain has been here for years. We don't know where to go from here; our future… — Alysha Speer Copy Share
“When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“Once upon a raindrop, I landed on Depression. My umbrella broke and broke me with it's bones. It hurt but didn't, and it eased my rain. Curious a little afraid, I tried it once again. Bitter feeling, my starburst shrunk with fear. Sadness filled me up and now I'm here. Repeat, repeat, feeling numb and blue. Cutting became my flight… — Alysha Speer Copy Share
“There is pain in these eyes that you don't see. There is hurt in this heart that's killing me.” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“And though I was currently living a fairy tale, some part of my soul knew that happiness couldn't last forever. I didn't deserve a… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“Oh, the time we spent alone The hours wishing we could have it back again Lie in bed awake wishing for each other” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“It will always come and go. All you can do is hold on to the happy moments once the sad ones wash in.” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
