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
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
I'm holding on to nothing
My grip slipped from the rope
I'm forever in this dark hole i now call home.
I'm the only one who can change that.
Yet, I'm trapped by this dark mass that haunts me.
It follows me every where.
Some days it keeps its distance.
Other days it's holding me till I suffocate
The dark mass that consumed me.
Consumes many of us.
Some are stuck like me.
Others are hanging on the edge.
While others stand to help.
Some walk away.
This mass is important.
We all need to stand up and fight.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Why is it always you?
Why does it have to always be about you?
For once, think about others.
Did you know the night you abandoned me,
I almost killed myself?
Probably not cause you don't ask about me.
Did you know my dog has been almost 3 months?
You knew she was sick for months.
But you never asked about her.
It's always about you.
My feelings don't matter to you.
You use me till I'm dry.
You mentally ***** me up.
I'm so lost of what to do.
Your not a friend to me.
I'm just supporting you to keep you afloat.
I'm hoping one day you'll realize what I've done to make you happy.
To push you to achieve things.
Yet you blow me off when I needed you at my lowest points.
Yet, I'm still here.
I'm your safety net.
What will you do if I give out?
Your safety net is hanging on by a thread.
You better come to realization before my last thread breaks.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC