Tighter

There's a noose around her neck That gets tighter and tighter Each passing day Even though her only crime Is being born too pretty -Kel Dayheart

Don’t Ask

A broken heel Running mascara Without a jacket In the rain from hell Could this day Get any worse? -Kel Dayheart

Bad Days Don’t Disappear

There are no magic words To make depression disappear To wave a wand And poof you're cured It is a constant companion The goal is to have the good days Outweigh the bad And when the bad days come (And they will come) To have support in place That will keep you from Falling off... Continue Reading →

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