Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

—by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

(Source: stellines, via and-she-was-a-hurricane)

Aimer vraiment c’est rare, c’est violent, c’est précieux, c’est terrible, c’est vertigineux, c’est renaissant, c’est envoûtant, c’est sensible, c’est fort, c’est brûlant, c’est hors de la raison, c’est hors du commun, c’est divin, c’est comme jamais : c’est toi.

jacques dor Le poème pour M. (via jacquesdor)

(via blackshivers)