depression is deeper than sadness its a mix of feelings except for happiness

I could never use the right words at the right time. Cause I always spoke just what came to my heart. The same heart with which I loved you. The same heart which got cold after you left.

I know and it's so sick. It's so sad. And you know something? I knew I would get upset with a game like this. And you will see this type of game again. So let me give you fair warning.

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow,
death's silent torment of no tomorrow.
I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair,
United in misery, the grief that they share.

How do I show that, I am not gone...
but the essence of life's everlasting song
Why do they wee? Why do they cry?
I'm alive in the wind and I am soaring high.

I am sparkling light dancing on streams,
a moment of warmth in the fays of sunbeams.
The coolness of rain as it falls on your face,
the whisper of leaves as wind rushes with haste.

Eternal Song, a requiem by Avian of Celieria

from Crown of Crystal Flame by C.L. Wilson

A Colder breeze lifted a dead leaf to the roof and sent it scuttling merrily on its way to catch in my hair. It crackled dry and brittle when Chris plucked it out and held it, just staring down at a dead maple leaf as if his very life depended on reading its secret for knowing how to blow in the wind. No arms, no legs, no wings... bit it could fly when dead.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.