Happiness, #depression, and Start of a Recovery A hand, of those of a soft angel, carressed my heart, I felt every once turn to gold. It was almost a spark, It was like a magical hold. I followed its order and command, Even at the expense of my #life. Now the small sparks did not feel right, Almost like a stab with a knife. The punctures littered my insides, The scarpes, cuts, and wounds throbbed. I felt nothing inside me, Like my complete self was robbed. I am now a shell of nothing, A thing that has no meaning. The only one to gain satifaction was that demon, I now need to push over my boundries and start gleaning.

There she goes… Down another path of uncertainty. Hopes and dreams leaving… As her walk grows faster. Compassion flew out of her… As the sight of a bridge came into view. Emotion was the next to leave… As her heart burst and her hands clung to the edge. Breathing was gone… As she stood on the high bridge. Next was #life… Gone with her body off the bridge.

Simple Simple writing can change one's heart Simple words can change one's emotion Simple thoughts can change one's state of mind Simple people can change one's #depression into something they thought they could never have... Hapiness

I'm a Puppet I'm a puppet on strings. No conscience to tell me otherwise. No brain to move me from my wires. I'm a puppet on strings. Waiting to be free from the straps. Master pulls the wooden sticks for me to move. I'm a puppet on strings. Still wanting to move freely. Scissors lie near me. I'm a puppet on strings. Master is gone for a few hours. I try to think to move my arm. I'm a puppet on strings. Thinking hard to move. One finger, two finger, three, four, five. I'm a puppet on strings. My feet can move, but I have no clue how to walk. Right foot, left foot, right, and left. I'm a puppet on strings. I have fallen too many tomes to count. I have finally reache the sharp blades. I'm a puppet without strings. I am now a wooden boy. Now time to make Master pay for the strings. I'm a puppet without strings. I sat in the corner, waiting his return. Blades in hand and string ready to tie. I'm a puppet without strings. The door has opened to reveal a tired worker. He walks to the work bench to start to carve as I tiptoed to the legs of the table. I'm a puppet without strings. I took my scissors and slashed into the tall man's legs. He cried out in a loud yelp. I'm a puppet without strings. The knives slipped into him easily, but his crying was annoying. I pinned him to te bench and tied the strings in place. I'm a puppet without strings. I covered the wounds to keep him alive. I put the wooden boards in place. I'm a puppet without strings. I have finished the human puppet. He is a human with strings.

Keeping the sight from my eyes To keep from watching my wreched #life go by My time was spent for nothing Darkness covered me for a different #life A #life spent with evil A #life spent with out light