We are the wounded few
We fought battles unlike any other
We fight
We may lose something along the way
But if we fought hard enough,
We won.
We are the few that are scarred
Scarred from battles past
We may live in the past sometimes
But these scars show,
We survived.
We are the scared few
We are scared of the future,
Of things we can and can't control.
But we can control our future.
We will conquer our fears.
We fight battles
All of us.
We have stories
All of us.
We are scared.
All of us.
We are all the same.
Every single one of us.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
One second, i felt fine and everyone once in awhile i would get down but i would get right back up.
Now, I feel as if i only become worse overtime. I don't know where i went or if I'll come back.
People say it's temporary, but its been years of constant struggle and secret pain and a never ending battle with myself.
My whole life feels like a blur and i only remember the worst events in my life or a few rare happy moments.
Pictures are the only way i can jog this fogged memory. Which yet sometimes those photos seem unreal.
Looking at myself in the past I played off everyone by faking it and still do. I look back on photos of me and i don't recognize myself. I see those old photos someone i never knew. Someone, who faked it all.
Now my heart is crushed and bleeds out slowly. As it drips through my body i can feel everyday coming closer to the end of my survival.
My brain isn't scared but my heart is terrified.
My hands won't **** but my head will.
My body isn't well but my heart keeps it a flow.
I may not be who i was back then but pain caused me to become bitter, broken and quiet.
Where did I go? Who am i? Why am i here?
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
pretty girl,
beware,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours
pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
We use to be wound tight like two vines wrapped around another. We laugh, we cried, we were messes at time. Then the one day you got yourself a precious new flower. You guys began to bud together. Eventually that wilted and we grew back together. Months later you got a new budding partner and you began to grow with him. Yet, you seem to forget all your partners. You forgot who helped you grow into this beautiful flower. I gave you so much sunlight in order to see you blossom into your true self. You forgot and left me to wilt away with winter. I helped you grow through everything. I told you patience and time will allow a partner. Yet. In the end i didnt mattee to you. My vine is shriveling and my petals hit the ground. I wasnt dying because of you. I was dying because i realized you never wanted to see me grow, the way i wanted to see your grow.
Now im starting to bud and grow alone without you. Im wrapping around and becoming a flower without you. I deserve sunlight now. I deserve a friend who actually cares. I deserve someone to save me from myself. You have fun blossoming with your new partner. I'm happy your growing and one day maybe when im truly gone forever, you'll realize how much i was there, or maybe not.
Thank you for the growing lessons. Its time for me to blossom.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
She was heartless
Till she realized
She had people who loved for her
She suffers from depression
Till she realized
She's can make changes to her life.
She was silent
Till she realized
She had a voice stronger than she ever knew.
She think she is talentless
Till she realized
She is special
She thinks she is unappealing
Till she realized
She is beautiful inside and out.
She wishes for nobody to be in pain.
She wants people to realize they aren't alone.
She wants to use her voice to tell others how important they are.
She wants to tell people be selfish,
just to make yourself happy.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
Blink once
Your alive
Blink twice
Your gone
I blinked
And one second you were breathing
I blinked again
Then you were dead.
Every time I blink
I lose time seeing.
Every time I blink
I miss something.
Every time I blink
I see only darkness behind the lids of my eyes.
Everytime I blink.
I lost the chance to say goodbye.
Chose your moments to blink.
You might miss out on something special or miss saying your last goodbyes.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
Cycling again
The same old spell I've been under for years
I start to become more positive
Starts seeing the light of happiness
Yet it comes crashing down again
Over and over
I'm stuck in a vicious cycle of spiraling out of control.
I abuse and abuse
Drugs, alcohol, and eating
I start not to take care of myself again.
Then it slows down
I pick myself up just to fall within minutes, days and sometimes months.
This cycle lasts longer each time.
My habits become more vicious
To the point where I don't know where I am
Don't care if I die
I just want to get higher and higher for this never-ending pain to go away.
Simply why can't I stop this madness.
I don't have dreams or goals anymore
I wish for one thing every birthday or every shooting star I've ever seen.
Just to wanting to be happy.
Just one time,
I would love to know what is life like without :
overthinking
being depressed
Not being angry.
Just a girl wanting to be normal.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:53 AM UTC
The art I use has no meaning
I use be radiate happiness
Creating art is no longer in me
I willow away like leaves falling off during autumn.
People tried to push me towards my dream.
But my depression took it's grip.
And there went my dreams down a dark spiraling hole.
Art saved my life for the longest time.
As well as many other things.
But all the things I used to love and enjoy.
Are slipping out of my hands.
Then what will happen?
The dark cloud will consume me like it had many unknown others.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
Do you care?
About any of the thoughts and feelings I have.
Do you care?
When my depression makes me isolate myself
Do you care?
About me at all.
Do you care?
About my suicidal thoughts.
Do you care?
When I cry.
Do you care?
If I'm happy or even doing ok.
Do you care?
That i try to support and love you, when I shouldn't.
Do you care?
Of anything I've tried doing for you.
Do you care?
That i still try to be your friend when you've left me at my darkest hours.
Do you even care.
I can't keep staying and trying much longer.
Just let me go so I can heal.
You aren't a friend to me anymore.
Your just a stranger to me now.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
There's a problem with our society
Worse than insecurities, depression, and anxiety
It's how we deal with these problems
Rather, it's how we cause them
If we disagree, we're just wrong
We're put down and told we don't belong
We've not been given a reason for what not to say
We've learned to just hold our thoughts at bay
There are kids who want to talk but fear the label
So they remain quiet and in line, feeling disabled
We wonder why they'd come to school with a gun
Yet we allow where these thoughts begun
There are things missing from our history books
Hidden by the sole judgement of how we look
Drown out the world with sound when alone
It's not their problem, but I don't have a home
A teacher never fails, it's you who takes the blow
But the greatest lessons we'll never know
They teach us the professional way
But we can **** ourselves with razorblades
We rather not talk about suicide
So we push the truth down even further to hide
We become a far more dangerous group of kids
Although it's our culture that forbids
Yet we glorify those of honor and praise
Celebrating them as they gave to the grave
Please don't be afraid of our opinion
But we think our culture treats losses like a win
Listen to me--these words are very convenient
Our opinion will not be lenient
Why is it we know them for their death
But otherwise, we don't care for their breath
We don't quite get what we're communicating
Death is a logical way is what we're saying
They begin to believe they're better off dead
But we must help them get through their head
Our voices are clear--we're demanding action
These people aren't worth it--they get a fraction
I mean no disrespect to who is left behind
But we must know this should not be glorified
We must understand what we're engraving
And the affects on how we're behaving
Do not give to the succession in a grave
But fight with us in the path that we pave
They need to know, together they will get far
This ambiguity is not who we are
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC