Misery loves company,
don't you know?
And pain, it demands to be felt.
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Living in DarknessLiving in Darkness
Blindfolded by my own misery,
there is no light for me to see.
My depression has become my friend
because it’s persistence never ends.
Never once has it failed to thrive
and I won’t deny that it makes me feel alive.
I’ve been drowning for far too long.
Is there a point in being strong?
Pain has become my blanket at night.
It’s the place I crawl to when I lose the fight
against the insanity that creeps at my mind.
One day, maybe peace I will find
and maybe I can return to the light.
But for now, the end is not in sight
so I will live in the darkness that binds me,
praying on day, joy I will see.
Watching over me and standing up
to put all the bullies in their place,
my protector always does what he can
to make me feel like I'm safe.
Caring and loving all the time
just to make sure that I'm okay.
This amazing man do I love
and I trust him all the same.
He's like an older brother to me
and I wouldn't trade him for the world.
He shows me that I belong
and he means so much to me.
Relationships are held together with trust,
whether it be romantic or platonic,
we all need to be able to trust.
So then, how does one respond when
they have been hurt over and over again
to the point where they can no longer trust.
I feel like a failure,
fighting to stay alive.
All I do is upset and hurt people
when I'm just tying to be good.
Maybe it would be better
if i just stopped
Beautiful NightmareBeautiful Nightmare
Hair of raven black and eyes of ocean blue;
she’s the only one who’s heart is true.
Day in and day out she loves and so
my love for her will surely grow.
By my side is she each and every day,
and when the night hits she runs away
to meet me in my dreams.
She’s watching over me, so it seems.
I never want her to flee
because without her, sanity I cannot see.
When she is by my side
I feel like I never need to hide.
She makes me feel emotions
that I never knew and they roar like the oceans.
I feel a longing I cannot name
and a lust I cannot tame.
There is sorrow that fills me up to the brim
and every now and then I feel grim.
Whenever I sleep I’m surrounded by fears
that run down my face as tears
until she comes to me in my sleep.
My heart she will keep.
Life no longer seems fair
because she is my beautiful nightmare.
Past LifePast Life
Memories of the past
come rushing into my mind
like violent waters
overtaking the land.
I'm submerged in the images
of the girl I used to be
playing on repeat
in my mind.
Once upon a time,
I was pure and innocent.
I had a heart without a crack
and a body without scars.
And now look where I am.
With heart shattered
in my hands
and my arms marked,
I stand and remember
the person I once was.
All because of a picture
of an all too familiar face
of the one that I first
gave my heart to;
the one who broke it
in a past life.
Broken Mind, Broken Body, Broken HeartBroken Mind, Broken Body, Broken Heart
On and on it goes,
the pain that is.
It's a never ending stair case
only spiraling downwards.
There's no light,
there is only darkness.
First I lost my mind,
giving my heart away
to those whom I thought
would take care of it.
I gave it away
to those I trusted.
Slowly, my mind cracked
from keeping me awake
night after night
with fear and doubt.
Eventually, my sanity
began to disappear.
Then my body
began to follow
as it turned on itself
and I used my nails
to mark up my arms
with bloody cuts.
Time catches up with me
and my heart
has begun to break.
Torn and tattered
from being stitched
one too many times.
My heart is now mine
and I doubt I'll trust again
because I can't repeat the past
and have to stitch it uo
one more time.
Dear HeartDear Heart
I'm sorry for putting you through so much pain.
My childish desires tore you apart
and in the end there was nothing to gain.
I gave you away one to many times
and didn't stop to think that you're be broken
because other people don't acknowledge you and mine
and think that you're not worth a token.
Oh heart, you're worth more than those lies
I promise I'll take better care of you
so one day there will be no goodbyes.
Yes, I will see that this is true.
I won't give you away anymore.
I've stitched you together a time too many,
but you deserve so much more.
I won't give you away to any.
Tiny pieces of shattered glass sprinkle the ground;
sharp shards tear the flower petals and the leaves.
Blood splatters the ground as feet trample the floor.
The glass orb of life has cracked and broken;
life is over and done.
Dreams have been crushed and hopes smashed.
Life seems pointless and unnecessary.
Shall one just throw in the towel and die?
Is there any reason to continue on?
Shard of shattered hope and dreams
cover the ground.
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
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