Time.
It slips past us like sand slipping through the fingers of a child.
It holds our greatest wonders and our greatest fears.
"It will pass in time."
It is a consept of our minds.
The seconds turn to minutes the minutes turn to hours.
We can not grasp it.
Nor see it.
But it is something we live by.
Today you may have went to school.
Tomorrow you may go back.
But the next day you may not.
Time is never ending but always moving and changing.
It is time to say goodbye to this night and say hello to the following day.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
Dear ****** you have took so much from me.
You took my will to live.
You took my pride.
You took my faith in humanity.
You took my virginity at the age of 13.
You took my innocences.
You took my safty.
Dear ****** you have destroyed me.
You destroyed my life.
You ruined who I was then.
Dear ****** you have made me live in fear.
I suffer from PTSD because of you.
I suffer from depression.
I suffer from anxiety.
Dear ****** I trusted you and you used that against me.
Goodbye my ****** I hope you enjoy rotting in that cell for what you have done to me.
By: Ash Von Stein
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
Fire.
A flame that burns in all of us.
This burning feeling in our hearts that consume us in warmth.
Our fire burns like a wild forest fire once born.
As years past people come into our lives and dump water onto our fire.
Slowly putting it out.
Some people's fire burns out quicker in life.
Other's keeps burning till the very end.
My fire is nothing but a candle light.
One more drop of water it will be out.
The warmth in my heart will die.
The fire will be nothing but a memory.
He tries to light my candle.
But I can't trust another person.
His fire is dying as well.
The water has coldened his heart.
I will use the little fire in my heart to get him going.
My fire is not important.
He is my life.
His fire.
His life.
Is my main concern.
Fire.
A flame that burns in all of us.
This burning feeling in our hearts that consume us in warmth.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
"Love" By: Anna Akhamtova
Любовь
То змейкой, свернувшись клубком,
У самого сердца колдует,
То целые дни голубком
На белом окошке воркует,
То в инее ярком блеснёт,
Почудится в дреме левкоя...
Но верно и тайно ведёт
От радости и от покоя.
Умеет так сладко рыдать
В молитве тоскующей скрипки,
И страшно её угадать
В ещё незнакомой улыбке.
(Translation)
Love
First, as a serpent, it’ll cast its spell
Next to your heart, curled up.
Then, it’ll come as a dove, as well,
Cooing for days, nonstop.
In the frost, it’ll show itself curtly,
Or in the drowsing field of carnations…
To escort you covertly and firmly
Away from all rest and elation.
In the prayer of a violin yearning,
So sweetly, it’ll sob for a while,
And how frightening it is to discern it
In a yet unfamiliar smile.
Translated by: Andrey Kneller
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
Depression Hot Line:
1-630-482-9696
Suicide Hot Line:
1-800-273-8255
Life Line:
1-800-273-8255
Sexuality Support:
1-800-246-7743
Eating Disorders Hot Line:
1-847-831-3438
**** and ****** Assault:
1-800-656-4673
Grief Support:
1-650-321-5272
Runaway:
1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-400
Exhale: After Abotion Hot Line/ProVoice:
1-866-439-4253
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
To those who have depression you know that it fills our minds with dark thoughts of our past, present, and future.
It makes us second guess why we are still alive.
It takes a strong iron grip on our chest and makes us struggle to get out of bed in the morning and makes us choke on words like "I am fine." Or "Don't worry I will be okay in time."
It twists the positive words we hear to form negitive thoughts of self-doubt and self-loathing.
It makes us want to hurt ourselves till we can't hear the words of hatred anymore.
It consumes our souls that were once bright and cheerful and turns them into darkness and sorrow.
To those who do not have depression do not understand why we can't just be happy.
They don't understand that every day is a battle of life and death.
They do not understand the effort it takes to get out of bed in the morning and to face another day.
To those who do not know that the words they say hurt us.
We take your words seriously.
When you tell us "Go **** yourself." We actually want to.
To those who don't know that they just forced a peer of theirs in the closet when you said, "If I saw a gay I would beat them up." It makes it harder for them to accept who they are.
To those who don't understand why people with eating disorders hate themselves enought to starve themself or make themselves sick after they eat.
It is more then trying to be thin.
It is the cure to all our problems if we just don't eat this week.
Or we eat and make ourself sick.
To those who don't understand social anxiety.
Loud noises scare us.
Large groups of people freak us out.
Talking to new people makes us worry.
Socializing is difficult and doesn't come easy for like the rest of you.
To those who don't understand why we stay in that abusive relationship.
We feel like they will change.
They said they loved us.
They apologized and said it will never happen again.
They threatened to hurt themselves or us if we left.
They make us feel special at times.
To those who understand everything that was writen above and that has been through any of these things.
Please know this.
You are strong.
You are important.
You are beautiful/handsome/perfect.
You are a fighter.
You are a winner.
You are loved.
You are cared for.
You are amazing.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
“You gotta fake it till make it.”
To be honest I hate this quote.
It is telling people that it is okay to pretend that they don’t have a problem.
It is telling people that they can’t make it on their own without pretending to be someone who they aren’t.
This quote is saying to hide what is going on until things get better.
So to the person in the abusive relationship.
Just pretend that your partner isn’t beating the **** out of you every night.
Or they aren’t degrading you into self loathing.
Or that they aren’t destroying your mental state with threatening that they will **** themselves or you if you leave.
So to the kid suffering from depression just hide those cuts on your wrist and paste on a happy face until you actually feel happy.
So to the kid suffering from an eating disorder just don’t look into a mirror until you feel like you can actually love yourself.
This quote is saying that we need to forget our problems and not talk about them because it might make the people around us uncomfortable.
Or that it isn’t okay to have the problems that we have.
This quote is degrading and sending a horrible message.
This quote is basically saying what was said about the abusive relationship, mental illness, and eating disorders.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам Бог любимой быть другим.
(Translation)
I loved you: and perhaps this flame
Has not gone out completely in my soul;
No longer shall it ever cause you pain;
I do not want to sadden you at all.
I loved you frantically, without reserve,
At times too jealous, and at times too shy,
I pray to God you get what you deserve -
Another man with love as true as mine.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
To those days spending endless nights in my head with nothing but happy thoughts.
To those days spending countless hours running and playing with my friends.
To those days filled with happiness.
To those days where I was ignorant to the world around me.
When I didn't know.
To now.
Spending these endless nights with silent tears.
Spending countless hours with my fears of the world around me.
Spending every night awake with my horrible thoughts.
Spending these days hiding who I am.
Spending countless hours thinking of those who don't think about me.
To these endless nights the seamlessly flow to another day.
To these nights of pain.
To These Nights.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
The smoke fills my lungs.
I let it enter my body and let it control my thoughts.
I am a prisoner of the smoke I inhale.
Being weighed down, craving it's embrace.
One more drag I say to no advale to stop for it has consumed me.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC