taegan - Hello Poetry

What's the point? I feel like I have no purpose. So why live? Why live when I feel worthless

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC

taegan

What's the point?

What's the point? I feel like I have no purpose. So why live? Why live when I feel worthless

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I'm feeling weak. My arms are getting heavy, I've been trying to hold myself up In this sea called depression for so long. I'm not sure if I have enough strength to hold myself up anymore though... I'm tired. Maybe drowning, can be my sleep.

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC

taegan

Drowning

I'm feeling weak. My arms are getting heavy, I've been trying to hold myself up In this sea called depression for so long. I'm not sure if I have enough strength to hold myself up anymore though... I'm tired. Maybe drowning, can be my sleep.

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A huge wave is forming Little by little It comes and goes back Growing bigger Getting stronger I can feel it inside of me I'm not sure how much time I have until it finally crashes Until it finally destroys everything and everyone in its path I'm not sure if I want to stop it either. Should I let this tsunami overtake everything? Should I let this tsunami consume me? I guess we'll see. We'll see when the wave finally crashes.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC

taegan

Tsunami

A huge wave is forming Little by little It comes and goes back Growing bigger Getting stronger I can feel it inside of me I'm not sure how much time I have until it finally crashes Until it finally destroys everything and everyone in its path I'm not sure if I want to stop it either. Should I let this tsunami overtake everything? Should I let this tsunami consume me? I guess we'll see. We'll see when the wave finally crashes.

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The fate of my life Is in my hands Should I jump Just make this all Come to an end Would I hurt Not just myself But everyone around me One foot Over the edge My mind is racing Is this the right thing I just want to make it end Second guessing What I thought was right Take a step backwards I’m so filled with fright We all have these moments When times get rough To just end our lives But you got to have trust Trust in yourself Your not alone There’s always a driving force To bring you safely Back home...

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taegan

Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC

ashly-kocher

One Foot Over the Edge

The fate of my life Is in my hands Should I jump Just make this all Come to an end Would I hurt Not just myself But everyone around me One foot Over the edge My mind is racing Is this the right thing I just want to make it end Second guessing What I thought was right Take a step backwards I’m so filled with fright We all have these moments When times get rough To just end our lives But you got to have trust Trust in yourself Your not alone There’s always a driving force To bring you safely Back home...

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"So what does depression feel like" It feels like trying to run through the sand after you have just climbed out of the ocean. Like trying desperately to hang on to the merry-go-round spinning out of control. Like struggling to keep your head above water in a wave pool. Like trying to climb up a steep slide and slipping down just as you almost reach the top. Like gasping for air after you've had the wind knocked out of you. Like having a crush on life knowing life will never like you back. Do you understand now?

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taegan

Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC

sinking-ship

depression for dummies

"So what does depression feel like" It feels like trying to run through the sand after you have just climbed out of the ocean. Like trying desperately to hang on to the merry-go-round spinning out of control. Like struggling to keep your head above water in a wave pool. Like trying to climb up a steep slide and slipping down just as you almost reach the top. Like gasping for air after you've had the wind knocked out of you. Like having a crush on life knowing life will never like you back. Do you understand now?

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These scars on my wrist Are not here for attention, I'm calling out for help, Yet no one will listen.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC

taegan

Scars

These scars on my wrist Are not here for attention, I'm calling out for help, Yet no one will listen.

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I may seem happy at first glance, or like I have everything according to plan. But That's just a mask. It's what I want you to see. On the inside, I'm breaking, Every second I feel like I am going to explode. I have the urge to cry, but I have no idea why. I have the urge to die and knowing that no one will miss me or bat an eye, pushes me to do it more and more every. single. day.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC

taegan

My friend named Anxiety

I may seem happy at first glance, or like I have everything according to plan. But That's just a mask. It's what I want you to see. On the inside, I'm breaking, Every second I feel like I am going to explode. I have the urge to cry, but I have no idea why. I have the urge to die and knowing that no one will miss me or bat an eye, pushes me to do it more and more every. single. day.

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i have to show the world that what you three did to me only scratched my surface, only took off the shiny layer of myself that i had previously perfected for the eyes of society’s critical audience. but you didn’t. you’ve broken my soul and torn my heart and punctured my lungs and i’m finding it harder to live and breathe every single day. people think that the pain caused by an experience like this lives and dies in the moment that it happens, but those people are sincerely wrong. it's been three hundred and twenty-seven days since it happened, since each of you violated me and took advantage of me and abused my right to consent. but i bet you didn’t know that those days equate to seven thousand, eight hundred and forty-eight hours that it’s been on my mind and i bet you didn’t know that the nightmare is now burned into my skin and flowing through my blood and coded into my dna. the constant feeling that my body is no longer mine will not leave. the feeling that i’m missing a part of myself is going to stick with me. the feeling that my heart strings are severed, that my lungs have burst, that my legs can no longer carry the weight of my newly found burden and that my life has been tainted by your evil touch will never disperse. these feelings cannot be brushed under a rug, but i’ve got to appear like they can to the outside world. do you know what else hurts? what also hurts is that this trauma, the same trauma that is making me want to end my life, constantly hoping that the last of my heart strings will break so that my heart can plummet to the depths of my destroyed soul to lay with my sanity, is being used to mock me. as if my life could be forced into further submission without the teasing and bullying of my peers. thank you, to the three boys that took my innocence, turned my meaning of the word ‘no’ into ‘yes’ and made my body into a lighthouse as a guide for the devil. he’s found me. you’ve broke me. you win.

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taegan

Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC

meganknight

To my three rapists

i have to show the world that what you three did to me only scratched my surface, only took off the shiny layer of myself that i had previously perfected for the eyes of society’s critical audience. but you didn’t. you’ve broken my soul and torn my heart and punctured my lungs and i’m finding it harder to live and breathe every single day. people think that the pain caused by an experience like this lives and dies in the moment that it happens, but those people are sincerely wrong. it's been three hundred and twenty-seven days since it happened, since each of you violated me and took advantage of me and abused my right to consent. but i bet you didn’t know that those days equate to seven thousand, eight hundred and forty-eight hours that it’s been on my mind and i bet you didn’t know that the nightmare is now burned into my skin and flowing through my blood and coded into my dna. the constant feeling that my body is no longer mine will not leave. the feeling that i’m missing a part of myself is going to stick with me. the feeling that my heart strings are severed, that my lungs have burst, that my legs can no longer carry the weight of my newly found burden and that my life has been tainted by your evil touch will never disperse. these feelings cannot be brushed under a rug, but i’ve got to appear like they can to the outside world. do you know what else hurts? what also hurts is that this trauma, the same trauma that is making me want to end my life, constantly hoping that the last of my heart strings will break so that my heart can plummet to the depths of my destroyed soul to lay with my sanity, is being used to mock me. as if my life could be forced into further submission without the teasing and bullying of my peers. thank you, to the three boys that took my innocence, turned my meaning of the word ‘no’ into ‘yes’ and made my body into a lighthouse as a guide for the devil. he’s found me. you’ve broke me. you win.

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This is what society wants. Big butts. Big ***** Looks like I need to improve. Small waist. Long hair. Do I even belong here? Anywhere? Tan skin. Smooth complexion. Wow, I am terrified of rejection. This is what society wants.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC

taegan

What Society Wants.

This is what society wants. Big butts. Big ***** Looks like I need to improve. Small waist. Long hair. Do I even belong here? Anywhere? Tan skin. Smooth complexion. Wow, I am terrified of rejection. This is what society wants.

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