Oh! waking is a bitter nightmare..when you constantly hang around the fringes of my dreams..

..my foundation is crumbling and shattered glass is falling all over sidewalks..

..i am collapsing and i am collapsing on myself.. i am shards of glass..and i am the person being wounded by the glass..

..there is a certain beautiful honesty about depression..

..will Candy and honey not ..sweeten the Bitter acrimony of life? ..if truth indeed be a fallacy, then should reality not be a lie?

Truth is like water. A little of it quenches your thirst Too much of it..and you drown.