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  • lady_speaks 1w

    _JANUARY 16, 2022_

    Tears fell, sob heard,
    Alone in room, muttering words.
    She's not fine, She's not okay,
    Day full of sun but her clouds are grey.
    No! She's hurting yet she smile,
    Yes! She's a burden but watch her try.
    Watch what she gain with a smile in your lip.
    Also mock and judge her as she loses her grip.
    No one wants failure! Nobody likes pain!
    Nobody wants to fall over and over again.
    The world changed her, Humanity killed her
    What's right and wrong? She knows no better.
    She's just a child who needs the right direction,
    But you only showed and complains for her imperfections.
    She don't want to be compared or feel inadequate,
    For her,It's painful than being shot with a bullet.
    She is trying! Can't you see?
    Don't let her lose control, Shooting aimlessly.
    She is crying! Can you hear?
    Spitting fire in her words, stone can't even tear.
    Don't just feel, Try to Understand!
    Don't just cry for her beforehand.
    She need you at the right moment when she slip
    Hold her as she felt herself losing grip.
    Don't let her be the next dying proof!
    Your not a fool to be heartless, Don't be a goof.
    Try to understand her,Differ her from you!
    Try to walk on her shoes so you can see what she have been through.



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    Not Just a Reminder

    Try to understand her, Differ her from you.
    Try to walk on her shoes so you can see what she have been through.


  • tshiabae18 8w

    #Suicidal isn't the answer.

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    Am just a suicidal girl telling people that suicidal isn't the answer


  • rahoof 8w

    This silence which I am trapped in surrounds me like an incomprehensible cotton ball.
    Where I find myself held down to a nailed out plank.
    From where I struggle to make a comeback.

    I am lost in a murky lake of blankness,
    in a motionless heathen of debilitating silence.
    I row my boat in hopes of finding Something
    Clear open blue and bright.
    Instead I found my paddles stuck in between
    Muddy roots of a shallow lake.

    -on depression


  • rahoof 14w

    Crustacean people

    Crab man! - crab man! - Crab man!
    They yelled at me on my sister's wedding
    They yelled at me, for they saw me wearing
    A shell over my insecure skin

    They ask me not to hide from my kin
    Must remain comfortable in a family gathering
    surprise not in case we bring a scale
    dont be nervous, fail freely young man!

    Imagine what faces they make
    and how they weigh things with their eyes
    Cant help it When the scale Start tilting
    More and more over to the other side

    Yes, this is the life of a crab man
    who had grown keratin shells for his skin.
    Ask if he's tired of living with people
    who weighs shells with their own judgemental skin

    But just at the end of every occasion
    I grow a shell, thicker than the last one
    Just like a crab changing it's shell
    I prepare myself - for another season


  • rahoof 15w

    My euphoria of pain

    Of the many pain I have to go through everyday
    The one that I enjoy the most are the ones about her.
    You would ask, how does one pick favourites
    from their sufferings?
    But there is no other answers to that
    other than-
    "I have to go through this everyday."
    Even if I dont want to-
    My mind is packed with toxins for depression,
    And it decides to screw me often with general anxiety.

    Of the many pain I suffer, I like the most when I suffer thinking about her,
    It was always a kind of an euphoric sweet sensation of pain, acceptance and longing.
    One of the most enjoyable pain that I had ever felt.
    Closed chapter or a broken bridge you can call it whatever,
    you may ask for me to move on and spend more time with my family.
    To that I say,
    of the many few who gets me for who I am,
    family is not among them.

    They might ask,
    why are you being so hard on yourself, you have a roof over your head, you have food to eat, you have all your limbs and is not paralysed from the waist down like the most unfortunate.

    Yes, I am grateful for what I have
    But sometimes I crave for something more
    Than limbs more than food more than a house,
    When I crave for peace of mind.
    I think the most unfortunate people are the ones who fail to find peace for themselves.

    My first experience of anxiety was horrific.
    I even struggled to swallow food and water,
    And I got so fed up with my fear of failure,
    Even with all my limbs I had doubted every step I took with them.
    You can be the richest person of the planet and still end up being worthless
    If you cant find peace of mind.
    That's why people often say that money can't buy happiness
    For me, money is essential but its existence was always sceptical,
    It is funny how money often buys friends but not their loyalty,
    Wonder how it makes your father say that he is only proud If you find out a way
    to successfully make it by yourself.
    This often raises a series of questions that scrambles one's mind
    Wasn't he proud of me anyway?
    Wasn't he proud of being a father to a son that he gave life to?
    Why do you always have to be valued off of your success rather than your attempts to get there?

    The neglect, the isolation, abandonment
    Coupled with misfortune really test your will to live,
    Testing your will, for a reason not to take that final desicion.
    people often nearly end up deciding to tie a noose or to take a cold blade to their vein,
    Or an overdose of pills that doze you off to a never ending sleep,
    Or even wishing for a cardiac arrest on their deepest sleep for a painless death.
    All for proving a point,
    To make you people realise that the pain that they brag about everyday were true all along.
    Dont turn down a person even more if they are already feeling low, lonely or depressed.
    Sadly people end up feeling guilty only after the lose of a life.
    Technically this is not murder,
    but from the perspective of the people who end up committing suicide,
    Their experience of last days could never end up being more sorrowful than those lives inside Nazi concentration camps.
    So people should be held accountable for pushing them to that extreme.

    And from a person who suffers from the pain of uncontrollable racing thoughts,
    Who is struggling to even focus on the littlest things,
    who you blame their head is not at all there,

    Of the many things he suffer each day
    The best was always the ones about her.


  • specially_ordained 29w

    We don't often realise that those around us are suffering, that they need our help.
    Their screams may be silent but we should also learn to be observant.
    You could save a life that way.
    #Depressed #suicidal #helpasoul #helpsomeonetoday

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    Why can't you hear me screaming?

    Help Me!

    Help Me.



  • mighty_are_the_fallen 37w

    Bad Thoughts

    Closing my eyes to visions of nightmares
    Thinking of things I hate

    Opening my eyes to another nightmare
    Thinking of a way to make it stop

    In my dreams my jaw opens for rot
    In my wake my jaw is clenched tight

    In my dreams my eyes see all
    When I wake I see a haze

    Dreams come in through the open window
    Yet never leave

    They linger and fester
    Create homes in my clothes
    In all the nooks and crannys

    They eat the happy thoughts
    Rot away my sanity

    When I open my eyes I see them scatter
    Hiding away
    They where not meant to stay

    They grow gluttonous on my sanity
    Leaving nothing at the table
    Not even a scrap left for me

    I somehow find them
    Hiding under tables
    I squash them without mercy
    Leaving little black spots

    But with one death another joins
    In the name of vengeance
    Of some grandparent

    Some day I hope
    The bloodline will end
    Either my own
    Or the bad thoughts
    One has to go

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 37w

    Sad boy

    I'm a sad boy
    A mad boy
    A little bit of a paranoid boy

    I feel really sad
    I feel really mad
    Some words are simple

    No one is simple
    I am not simple
    I am not so quite

    A deranged boy
    Sitting on the edge boy
    Craving to end it boy
    Waiting to be a man boy

    A silent boy
    Waiting for them to speak boy
    Always checking his voice boy
    Waiting to be strong boy

    A shifty boy
    Always checking his back boy
    Fearing something real boy
    Waiting to be brave boy

    A sad boy
    A mad boy
    A paranoid boy

  • simranbawa 38w

    Where Were You?

    Where were you?
    When I shed blood besides tears,
    When I crawled under shade of fears.
    Where were you?
    When my oceans were all dry,
    When not one meant to pry.
    Where were you?
    When sunny days felt lone and cold,
    When each second saw my strength unfold.
    Where were you?
    When my core scooped out hollow,
    When dad expected me to follow.
    Where were you?
    When I searched a remedy for my fright,
    When all I needed was, "It will be alright."
    Where were you?
    When I took that knife in my hand,
    When I saw breaths slip like sand.
    Now that I'm here no more
    Why your cries sound sore?
    I found my happy place
    Among the stars that glaze.
    Mom, I don't have any grudges.
    Dad, I am away from all nudges.
    Bestie, these stars don't want me to leave.
    Babe, my broken heart is about to weave.
    Professor, nobody nags me for my grades.
    Slowly and sweetly each insecurity fades.
    I wish I could have stayed longer,
    If only I was a little stronger.

  • poetic_myth101 38w

    Whats Wrong With Me

    Life is sometimes far to complicated to explain
    The wicked stay and the good die leaving us with pain
    Tears like waterfalls coming down wishing that the cycle would stop
    But in the end my hopes seem to always drop
    Family asking whats wrong not realizing that id rather suffer in the silence
    Knowing damn well that the war in my mind is becoming to violent
    Chasing love and begging for a forgotten purpose
    Slowing getting suicidal thoughts like pill doses
    I Remember of the times i watched my mom suffer
    I guess in the end even i can guess who ended being mentally tougher
    Not wanting others to know just how close i am to drowning
    Becuase in the end id rather die than succumb to my haters doubting
    They say you take what your given or better yet its what you make of it
    But even in my prayers even a fool could tell im ready to quit
    A dreamer who only dreams and hides behind a front
    Someone who flew to close to the sun and got burned
    Still it was fun im not gonna lie the parties the lies
    The dreams the struggles made a life now so lonely worth it
    Remembrrence of living with little hoping to make much
    Hoping to be the man knowing very well if you make to many mistakes your done
    Still i know who i am and ive become satified in my failures
    And through the lonely times ive grown to realize that in life its better to have others
    Because in this game of life it can be very subjective
    But even in this my fear of showing you what really goes on in my head and seeing me for my own perspective
    Is why i cut everyone i care about off most often
    Still theres a piece of me that clings on to hope that theres more than misery and lose
    And to this side i say i wish to one day kill you and show you just how everything you think is false
    So now you see the surface of whats wrong with me
    And i hope one day my happiness can be redeemed
    But somehow, somewhere it got lost through pains weeds
    And i dont know how for my life i know was mediocre normal
    But i lost someone, didnt do or saw something and in the end by that event happening i lost the happiness in me
    So i hope ypull underatand that this is why im distant,this is why in life i cant see

  • queen_of_inks 39w


    An antidote to Pain,Betrayal Mistrust
    Instead my Hurts run deeper underneath the shower
    My Tears intensifies
    And my heart Bleeds


  • bry_serendipity 40w

    Fuck it

    Fuck feelings, Fuck this pain.
    Fuck everyone who talked shit on my name.
    Fuck you, Fuck me.
    Fuck the motherfuckers who said we weren't meant to be.
    Fuck criticism, Fuck death wishes.
    I'm a walking corps with a target on my back.
    Fuck rasisim, fuck democracy.
    Fuck the 19th century mentality.
    Fuck life..
    Just fuck it !
    Fuck the kisses I no longer feel on my lips.
    Fuck the “I love you” that you said in the wind.
    Fuck my shattered heart that's bearly beating on the ground.
    Fuck the gun power that covered my room.
    Fuck the blood stained shirt that's drenched in despear.
    Baby I love you but Fuck you..
    For making me pull this trigger
    Ps I did it to make you happier


  • mighty_are_the_fallen 41w

    Not Me

    Your a lier
    Your scum
    You called us lovers
    Perfect fits
    All you did was hurt me

    I begged to help you
    You left me on read
    I begged to save you

    You ran into the woods
    You cut me
    You beat me
    You raped me
    You forced me to do so much
    Put me through so much

    I loved you with every part of my heart
    Wanted to keep you safe
    You broke my heart

    Now you're accusing me
    I want you to die
    I want you to suffer
    Put you through all the shit
    Everything you did to me
    The broken noses
    The cutting
    The burns
    The collar
    The whipping
    The slapping
    The lying
    The cheating
    The abuse
    The neglect
    And the broken heart

  • angels_halo_shines 42w

    Another Level

    I woke up this morning. Lucky for me. Everything was good except, I as usual, took shit to another level.
    I sit here and cry now cuz there is literally no way out. All I can do is tip my hat to those above. I love y'all. Thanks for having my back again. ❤️

  • mequreshi 47w

    I want to scream in this silence,
    Silence that I kept hidden inside of me
    The hatred I have for myself ,
    May cross the value of infinity
    I remember to love myself ,
    But why should I?
    I find no reason in existence ,
    Thus inside of me ,
    I want everything to die
    I feel choked with each breath I take
    I feel each day in this world,
    My life is at stake
    Now I think they don't believe me,
    Unreasonable tears possibly were never meant to be
    Thus I don't want you to be me,
    Me and my dead self
    The hoor drowned in the urge for death,
    Crying for your help.....

  • mequreshi 47w

    I won't write sad notes today ,
    I hope noone ever feels what I feel today
    The urge for death,
    But the fear of sins
    The ease from this world
    But the burden of my actions
    All I have to do is calculation
    Which place is better to be in
    It would be for sure that place ,
    I can't say when I lived life in disgrace

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 47w

    And Still I Remember

    In the phases of my memory
    I forget things that are dear

    But something has changed
    Somthing still lingers

    Even gone from her
    My heart aches
    A feeling I lost long ago

    A dull feeling
    Of somthing missing

    My heart won't forget her
    Will not let me rest

    When I'm gone from her
    Something remembers

    Somthing distant
    But very insistent
    Bringing tears to my eyes
    Cries to my lips
    Pangs to my chest

    I remember her

    I lost everything
    Forgot everything
    Able to give up anything

    Yet she still lingers somewhere
    Deep inside she made a spot

    Parts of myself closed off
    Slowly open

    And still I remember her

    Grasping desperately to this strand
    This single feeling
    Until I see her again
    And everything restarts

    Every day with her is like a new one
    The longer she's with me
    The stronger my memories

    I feel so happy
    I thing I truly lost
    And she has returned

    For this gift
    I love her dearly
    Forever I will holder her
    Even if she no longer holds me

  • nihilist010 48w

    Who am I?

    So they ask me Who am I? What am I? and I give them my typical introduction. Then they say "is that so? Are you sure?" and then I have to go back and look for who am I. Well I find that I am a sort of onion. I find that what I present to the world as myself is a mask and I peel it off and they say to me" haha now lets look into your new mask what's underneath that"...so I peel that one off and I go peeling and suddenly find that I thought there would be a pit at the center but there isn't ,it's just a pile of skins..so where am I?what am I.What is existence?

  • iamorion 49w

    I'm trying my best;
    not to end it all.
    To bear the thought;
    not to take the fall.
    I'm walking around;
    in this empty hall.
    To silence the voice;
    the suicide call.


  • sruty_dey 49w

    You reading this? How? Because you are alive.
    These teenagers now, are all set anytime to end the strive, just because some things didn't go right.
    If all was supposed to go right, Why left is even a direction?
    It's okay to fail, it's okay for relationship to end,
    It's okay if your friends turned strangers,
    It's okay if you didn't crack that exam,
    It's okay if things don't fall in place.
    That's not the end.
    You are here,to see, to feel, to learn and beyond.
    You are here, for purposes untold.
    You didn't create yourself, who are you to end?
    Win the strive, stand tall, and write your name across the world.
    No one cares ones you go, just followed by some days of gloom,
    You will be forgotten in few days,
    Define your life as you stay,
    Do in bits and pieces,
    Life is long to go.
    Life is long to go.