My big heart turned cold My smiles and laughter grew old I hated myself for what I’d become But after everything It felt inevitable The heart of gold I was

The first voice speaks in delays. Tomorrow, it says. Not because tomorrow is better, But because today is too heavy to lift. Another counts exhaustion, Without having done anything- Tired,

We were never meant to be this busy; that’s why everyone is depressed and anxious. Slowing down is important for both Physical and mental well-being. It promotes better focus, reduces

Depression is not always thunder. Sometimes it is dust, Settling on familiar things, Soft enough that no one notices, How heavy it becomes. It moves the sun a little farther

The wind blowing through your hair. The mascara flowing down your face from tears of laughter. Your hand gripping mine on the steering wheel. A loud bang. Then the fall.