Just like that I'm pushed back to the shadows
I longed for the light back
But this inner demons fight,
I war I can't win.
And I want to give up
Then you come by ,
smiling, reassuring me
That you'd help me.
You've given me hope
To survive,to keep fighting,
to never give.
Now I'm here,
ready to fight back
I turn smiling just to meet the space empty
Then it dawn on me you were never there
It was I
Giving myself hope
To survive, to keep fighting,to never give up.
Now I've survived
No more in the shadows.
And I'm grateful for this inner strength ☺️
Aug 22, 2025
Aug 22, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
Here’s your piece again with the title included:
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Wildest thought
roams freely in my mind.
I want to hold her—
hands pinned to wall,
breath against her ear,
and claim her with hickeys,
enough to chase men
from her.
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May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 3:40 AM UTC
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Been living in my head all day.
How it saddens—
yet gladdens
my heart.
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May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
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What do I know?
Nothing.
But I carry it all —
Like silence carries thunder
Right before it falls.
Act like I know nothing,
While the weight of everything
Rests on my chest,
Unspoken.
Everything comes crashing —
But I’m still here.
Holding up.
Pushing through the quake,
Gathering the crumbs,
The little stones
From the ruin of the building
That once stood tall in me.
I piece them back,
One fragment at a time,
Stronger than before.
Not flawless —
But forged.
How can emotions hold me
Like chains with no key?
Like winds I can't see
But feel everywhere?
I can't even taste
The sweetness of relief —
Just the sharp salt
Of everything I keep.
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 4:46 AM UTC
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Depressed—fighting silent wars,
Demons whisper through the pores
Of my thoughts. I try to stand,
But the weight won't leave my hands.
I'm not done. I'm not yet through,
But it's hard—what can I do?
I’ve got to fight for sanity,
But it's draining all of me.
Only midday, yet I’m bare,
Empty lungs and vacant stare.
This is more than tired breath—
This is what depression says.
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May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 4:06 AM UTC
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Laughing aimlessly,
trying to forget
my depressed soul—
so lonely.
How cool would it be
to feel normal,
like others do—
not always thinking
about my broken life,
or how it might turn out.
But in all,
we must keep going.
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Vickie
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
