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pennamebree-z
pennamebree-z
30/F/American Writer of Ramblings, Trauma Survivor, Hopeful Romantic, authentic adventurer, poet and Photographer
It was different, but not better. It wasn't that I thought I never deserved happiness anymore It wasn't that I thought I no longer deserved happiness now It was more like I wondered if I was just too broken presently To even comprehend what real happiness could look like... Like going so long without food, The body rejects it. Or like when an animal is wounded and feral And more at risk of hurting someone who reaches out: Even if that someone only want to save it. Like no matter how gentle or slow. I could only see the risk in being present in the situation. I didn't fully trust anyone's intentions. I sometimes wasn't even sure I trusted myself. Some days I would be fine. Brave even. Almost alive, even... Some days my world felt loud and dangerous. Like every step risked the floor collapsing. And other days l would slink back down... I would give up trying to understand which feeling was correct Because it's exhausting to constantly ask. So I revert to recoiling. Or let myself go numb... No, I wasn't so brave. And I wasn't healed. Or better. I'm just more aware of the existing damage. And there is so little room to imagine happiness When your mind is constantly reminding you how to survive.
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Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 10:51 PM UTC
Survive
The war between realities Rages within my mind; There's the one where I share my intent Or silently suffer and accept defeat The one where I never know your side Or I'm disappointed by your truth There's the one where we join forces Or we stay on outskirts and call a truce On the brink of change, At the risk of losing everything we gained A choice to choose a renewed reality... In an infinite tangle of possibilities With no information or strategy... And yet I find every reason To stumble through a moment of chance, Take your hand, And pray it leads us to victory
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Oct 30, 2022
Oct 30, 2022 at 11:12 PM UTC
The war between realities
It was a moment of painful despair Typing between tears and gasping for air Convinced there was no one left who cared This was my final, desperate plea The call for help, so hard to see My broken heart rejecting life in me Deleted moments after my posting I felt the world - "worth ghosting" And very little expected opposing What was the point anyway? But then, your words reached out to mine Chased away the screaming in my mind Cradled my shattered soul in kind And over the course of weeks, befriend Refound purpose; continued me to mend A feeling of trust that cannot bend. Saved from a monster from deep within My will to live, once so paper thin Gratitude for you, where could I ever begin?
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Sep 27, 2022
Sep 27, 2022 at 11:27 PM UTC
Post Posting
Being told by friends you havent seen in a while that you "look good"  or "look better" right as you are coming out of a long bout of depression just hits your heart different. Because you as time passes think you're feeling okay, you think you are making progress, you think time is passing normally for you again... but it's hard to remember what is or was normal when you grew so used to feeling the way you did. Like coming out of an endless fog... So to have someone accknowledge they can visibly see your progress... to have someone verbally commend you for... basically choosing to exist as yourself again... those comments just hit different. There's a sad realization that you really weren't okay and it was noticeable... but there's also this weird sense of pride as you wait for the weight of it all to drag you down again - But it's different now. There is not a consuming heavy darkness, but a manageable awareness of a shadowy part of yourself that you no longer feel tied to. A part of you that aches less with painful thoughts and bitter disappointment, and more for the light of understanding and rebirth. And you realize; I did that. I taught myself how to stay aware... to heal... and not allow that dark to take hold again-   And it is actually slowly paying off. Yes... I think I am feeling better. I am weary, sure- but I'm okay. I'm getting there.
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Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 11:28 AM UTC
Looking better, Feeling better
"Goodbye, my love" She whispered. But she knew from experience - from the countless goodbyes she had murmured before today - that forming words of farewell was never harder than the anguish of learning to let go.
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May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 9:24 AM UTC
Goodbye
It is the first little step forward When you wanted to lie down. The oasis in the dense desert- A vivid, uncertain reality. The hunger that asks for more When you have nothing left to give. Its the white lie you tell yourself When you can't accept the dark. Hope is the dream that wakes you.
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Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
Hope
You know, I never actually got away? I left those 4 walls long ago But the friends I made while I was alone..? Still keep me company inside my head They remind me every day That Im not capable of  making good choices. That it's safer to be alone, behind walls. That crying is not just weak, but dangerous. Because when people come inside, They will hate you. They will hurt you. And worst of all, They will never. Even try. To understand you. You probably aren't worth the time. Or even the space you inhabit. You are possibly a vile and useless creature Born to be wrong, and always sorry. So don't be late Don't defend yourself. Don't cry - and if you do: Don't ever let them hear you. Don't say one ******* word, Of one ******* thought, Out loud. Ever. Those are the rules. And if you ever find yourself struggling To follow those rules: Stop breathing until it gets easier. Its been years now, but... I never actually left that room.... Those 4 walls came with me, And I carry them inside every day. On good days they keep me safe. And on bad days they close in so tightly, That it gets dark, and hard to breathe. But on any given day? I just feel... So **** heavy... ©pennamebreez
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Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 12:21 AM UTC
4 Walls
You made me feel stuck You made me feel gross You made me feel unwanted You made me feel like an inconvenience You made me feel ugly You made me feel like a waste You made me feel discarded You made me feel like a mistake You made feel powerless You made me feel worthless You made me feel inhuman You made me feel like a ruined day A ruined day that lasts forever... And there is no running from it There is no hiding from it There's just me, unmoving Unable to be whatever you wanted When I never really had a chance You made me feel like gum On the bottom of your shoe I did not deserve to feel that way ©pennamebreez
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Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
Gum
You aren't the first to tell me that... So I'm trying to forgive and forget. But it's hard. It's hard when someone you love Tells you that your feelings aren't reasonable. Like I don't already know that... Feelings aren't always about logic and fact. Sometimes people just feel things. Sometimes for stupid reasons. You don't have to understand why. I just thought you cared enough To want to make me feel better. Instead you let me return to my head And torture myself for hours. You left me there when I just needed To be held for a moment. I just needed to hear That everything was okay. I just needed to know That you still loved me, And that you didn't want me to be uncomfortable. I know all that should be a given. Sometimes a gentle reminder just helps... And keeps me out of the dark. I'm trying my best to not be The anxious, self conscious mess That I always am. I want to turn it off... But I don't always win that fight, And I'm really sorry... And I already hate myself enough Every time I do fail. I'm trying. Please don't give up on me too...
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
You're being stupid.
I feel things so deeply Sometimes it's like I'm screaming But in some strange language That no one else knows. I have nothing more to offer But who I am. And daily I am reminded That it will never be enough. I get more lonely every day. Everyone around me gets quieter And the voices in my head are only growing louder Reminding me that I will lose everyone. That I have never been enough And will always be too much. That I am... ultimately, unlovable. No one can hear me anymore. As I sink beneath the sea of tears And the darkness feels so welcoming... The more time that passes... The more life I seem to waste... The more it hurts... The less I want to live. I wish I was braver. I wish my path had shapped me And made me stronger. Instead it's left me lost, alone, and broken. And I just don't want to feel things anymore
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
The Darkest Place