page 2 of my journal A few thoughts from a time ago

THe second page of my journal

Love, only there to comfort when it is not needed. Abandoning you only when it is needed, or so it seems.
 Blackening your soul until emotions bleed from you skin. While in time scars can block your heart from bleeding, leaving hurt and only despair of the wanting to have that good feeling return.
Finding this good is to hard to find, like looking for wind in a coffin six feet under the ground.
 support is very much needed in times like all of the harsh consquences of beig depressed. Friends, in fear will flea not knowning how to help but leaving deep impressions in the sand.
 Time still flows, health is still in reach and it is still a goal, yet it is like trying to catch a fly in a net with no end.

Author's Note

this is my second page I have plenty more i'd love to share. I think the time has come i can let people know about my past and not feel ashamed.