Weekly Profile Features 2014 Hello! Here are the weekly featured artworks from 2014 (although in December there was a uhh short break, heh as I was writing!). I originally intended to do the features on Thursdays, but now I've decided to call them "Friday Features"... Today I'll be choosing a new artwork to be the first feature of 2015, so check my profile widget for that later on if you're interested. New links will be added there as well, leading to this feature article and then to a draft on my Sta.sh where I'll collect the featured works from 2015... ^^More Like This
Anyway, hope you enjoy this lil' feature thing, and who knows, maybe your work is next... You may get re-featured as well!
This is exactly how I feel right now. People think they know me, but they don't — I don't even kn
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired
ScarsYou hide behind curtains of long sleeves and liesMore Like This
But nevermind the scars on your arms and thighs
All I see are those in your eyes
The Battles WithinOf all the battles I've fought,More Like This
Most are with myself.
The ones about what I am are hard,
But those about what I am not are even harder.
If I were to remove all the time they took,
I would be at age 13 or 14,
Which is my actual age, I suppose.
At my deathbed I'll still be fighting,
By then I'll probably get to my 30's.
Yet somehow I still won't be smart enough,
To realize some battles are fought in vain,
And the best ones are even meant to be so.