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The meaning of love is what I feel for you . Your eyes took me into your world , That I stopped living in mine . How can beauty be described without the thought of you ? . I started living when I started loving you . I can't promise you forever because forever doesn't exist, but I can promise you , "only death can bring us apart". my Moon, you shine light into the darkness that was instilled in me. I will live for you and i die with you. 

memories, how we all hopelessly cling unto memories, the memory of our first kiss, the memory of the first time your eyes met hers, the first words that were spoken, during times of dismay we desperately try our best to cling unto these ever peace bringing memories, but what happens when you’ve run out of memories to savor? when you can’t think of anything to ever bring you joy? when you’re constantly wondering how one could end up so miserable and hollow, the loneliness of life gets unbearable as the day passes, having to pretend constantly is more draining than the sadness itself, what memories would i cling to? i have possibly relished every pleasant memory there was because half of life has been filled with distress and this dreadful foreboding that has refused to let me be, i find myself being afraid to enjoy moments, it’s like a heavy anchor hanging down my throat, there’s a feeling i can never seem to shake off, the feeling of misery, the feeling of incompleteness, t...

I cried my self to sleep, Day and night , Praying to the choosen one I was taught to believe in . While depression engulfed me. I was Dead while living because All I could relate to was emptiness . They said you don't loose faith in your religion in your worst days because that Is when their God tests you, but how many times in a year would you get tested ? , For how many years would you go through the same problem ?, praying and crying but the issue still remain unsolved. OLODUMARE FOUND ME in my lowest and Told me child, "You are mine and I would never put you to shame . OLODUMARE , The greatest. OLODUMARE , The creator of the Universe and all in it . OLODUMARE, The Supreme . OLODUMARE, The compassionate. OLODUMARE , The Justice Giver. OLODUMARE , The father of the orphans and Fatherless. OLODUMARE,  The protector.  OLODUMARE, ASE, O

When I Die, I do not want you pretending to love me then . When I Die , I do not want the speeches filled with empty emotions . When I Die , I do not want people gathering to send me off to the "Otherside', Because "Some I know , Some I Don't , Some I forgot , Some forgot me , Some celebrate and Some Mourn" . When I Die , If I should get flowers , please bring me "SUNFLOWERS" Because Sunflowers represents the one who loves even while she burns . "The broken" waiting to be loved. When I Die, Make sure to forget me for I do not live in your memory or heart. I now live in the otherside , where I will no longer be judged.  When I Die , Do not cry for I do not want to Have to wipe your tears .                And to those who love me Celebrate my death and be happy because you'll now have an angel who watches over you.  Death is not to be feared but to be embraced for it is inevitabl...

Part 1  Ochiedike Jonathan : My heart beats in the dark, Dark like the time of Noah's ark. Do I worry so much?, Or do I need not to have my heart intact?  What's a world so blue? Filled with plague and flu.  For if I end my life  At my funeral, what would you do?. Part 2  Oboh Debhorah : If I die today, know I killed myself. I held unto my pains and tried to shut the doors of my sorrow. I'm only true to myself when nobody is watching. Smiling while my heart bleeds is my new talent , I yet discovered. I should be an actor but one whose story ends in shame.  For how long would I carry a heavy heart ?. "A life I did not create ".  When i die ,  burn my body to ash , Throw my ashes into the sea and, Give me freedom . "Freedom" A wish that only death can grant me.

I died while living , While I stayed in my dark room, While I enjoyed my madness. I cradled myself like one held by its mother, While I stared at my broken ceiling filled with cobwebs of sorrow.  "Cobwebs of broken dreams". Praying with my weak heart while my mouth stutter in search of words. Prayed for death but at the same time I want to live. I'm a dreamer who would probably dream again.  I want to die a happy death because its only fair "for I have lived a sad life". Death we must all face. Happiness is free "they say", While on the comfort of their fluffy sofas. For some nature is their "Biggest Enemy''. For when the sun glows, it burns their skin and when rain falls it drains their clothes as well as their Heart. " A sad world it is". A broken soul is a broken soul , whether rich or poor. Many are not Depressed but poor, And many are rich but Depressed. Depression is a burden that becomes one wi...