There was stardust in his eyes

Always shining and bright

His voice, that of an angel

Soothing the most bitter hearts

He knew how to fix me

Getting lost in his embrace

Until the day God decided

To take my sunshine away

When you search "depression" on the Internet, you're given the WebMd and Webster's dictionary definitions.

You're given the usual symptoms: "fatigue and decreased energy, feelings of guilt, worthlessness, and/or helplessness, feelings of hopelessness and/or pessimism, and persistent sad, anxious, or 'empty' feelings," as well as a plethora of resources that can be useful when one is dealing with depression.

However, nowhere in these articles does it talk about what it's like inside the head of someone suffering from the disease. Why?

The details are too gory. Too many guts get spilled when people talk about depression, and no one's ever willing to clean up the mess that comes after such a heart-wrenching discussion. Ignorance is bliss, and many people deny the existence of depression, brushing it off, saying ridiculous phrases like, "it's just a bad day," "you're just being moody," and the real kicker- "depression isn't real."

...

Look for the complete article today on The Official Prose. Blog at: blog.theprose.com/blog.

Do you like my piece?

The writing, of course

You do?

Excellent.

Now press the button.

The button

Yes, that one

It's shaped like a little heart

Like the one beating in your chest

Click it, now

It'll help me achieve my goals

Why, you ask?

Well

First, I'll get pretty colors across my screen

A splash of red, a level of ink

Go on, click the heart

Keep mine beating

I'm not that far

From reaching a level of respect

That I've yearned for forever

Go on

The button's waiting

yes, it’s really me.

i know it’s been a long time

you must have been lonely

and-

yes, there is something wrong

i know.

i know.

i only call when something is wrong

when everything falls apart.

when the bottles of pills are as empty

as my metaphors.

i know.

i’m a shit friend.

i should call when i have good news

when it’s not so heavy to smile

when it’s not so heavy to live.

i know

i know

god

do i know

but you are all i have

when the light bulbs of the world all burn out

and the keystrokes are the only company i keep

and

and

and-

goddammit.

so please help.

i’m begging you.

because the world crushed me today.

as atlas shrugged

as the sidewalk ended

as all of the mice

as all of the fucking men

branded scarlet letters

into my flesh

as every inch of burnt skin

was lorded over

by the flies.

as nothingness

was all i owned anymore.

give me the greatness of gatsby

give me a tale that will be read in more than two cities

give me pride worthy of prejudice

give me people who will expect greatness from me.

give me art

give me war

give me

something.

please.

but no

here i sit

talking to whiskey and wine

like some madman.

with books of genius i am guilty of ignoring

five feet away

too fucking far for me apparently

an odyssey

an iliad

too fucking afraid of adventure

put to shame by huckleberry-fucking-finn.

so i guess that’s my crime

and my punishment is appropriate

never beautiful

forever damned

just another generic soul.

just another

of les misérables.

Oh

I know you

And I can see

how you lie

to my face

oh

i don't want to care

anymore

but i do

i do

"i do"

the words i told you

when you asked

me

but i should

have said

"i dont"

When one first writes

Fingertips spark

The heart pounds to anticipate

Thoughts dark and profound

Thoughts bright and flighty

And all lying between

Have I done this seriously?

No

But a good question to ask:

Why not start now?

So that I shall do

I'll write for me

And for you

Sammie Thomas, known here as @sammielee46, says she hates acronyms.

Since the advent of chat rooms and smartphones, everyday conversations are now over-saturated with lazy, annoying, unsophisticated abbreviations of what were once actual words.

"I write, so I love our language, I love what we can achieve with just twenty-six letters, but I also despise what some people do with those letters. LOL. See what I did there?

"LOL is the most overused acronym ever. In the world.

"My mum, when I was younger, thought it meant “lots of love” and, to be honest, that would have been better than “laugh out loud.” I have an issue with this one. It pisses me off. Yes I said it out loud, only I didn’t, because I am typing here, not speaking. Therein lies problem.

"Someone messages me, I respond, and they type back "LOL."

"Why? Did you really laugh out loud? Because I didn’t hear you, and what I said wasn’t even fucking funny."

Look for the complete article today on The Official Prose. Blog at blog.theprose.com/blog.