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 Jan 22 Green
Liana
300 people
Have heard what I have to say

300 people
Liked it

It's crazy to me
That even one soul
Could care about my words
And my woes
But 300!?!

300 people
With thoughts
Feelings
Love
Sadness
Pain
Problems
And poetry
Have read and enjoyed
Wow, this is a dream

I've written
Quite a bit
About feeling lonely
But just a second ago
I looked at the number of followers
And saw 300
A beautiful number
Built from beautiful people
And I felt together
And like I was no longer a weirdly shaped puzzle piece
With no existing puzzle to fit in to

Of course
I write for me
But it sure felt good
To see

Thank you,
Each and every one of you,
You mean so much to me
(this note was was written by a hippo that ate a blueberry sandwich for linner. Linner is a mix between lunch and dinner. His name was windowframe.)
 Jan 22 Green
Liana
Nausea
Headache

Tiredness
Yet inability to sleep

I know that it's the price
For a better life
But will it be?
Could this all be for nothing?

Will this tiny little pill
Really change anything?

All it's done so far
Made things worse

Please
Let this be worth it
Zoloft hasn't done anything yet, just the side effects. They're killing me. I know it's normal, but even after all of this, I fear it won't work.

(This kite was written by a worm that came from a rainbow. He looked gray, but inside he was infinitely colorful.)
 Jan 22 Green
Liana
Even when
The world seems down
Your dog
Will always jump up
To greet you at the door
Happy to see see you
And loving you unconditionally

And currently
That is the biggest comfort
In the world
Well, that and oblivion

(This note was written by a life-sized garden gnome putting a mini human in its front yard. 🍐)
 Jan 22 Green
Liana
Take a walk
 Jan 22 Green
Liana
Do you want to take a walk?

Yes?
Take a walk.

No?
Take a walk.
The last thing I feel like right now is leaving my house. I feel sick from medication, depressed, and overwhelmed from all of the things I have to do and am not doing. The fact that I don't want to go is the reason I need to. I will be going for a walk now. If you're ever feeling terrible, I strongly recommend it. :)

(This note was half written by a tissue and the other by a hairbrush. They couldn't decide who would do it.)
 Jan 22 Green
Liana
Up in the attic
With my paints
And my rage
I was the canvas
Filled with color

Splats of red
I needed to
How else could I symbolize you?

Blue and orange
And purple and green
All trying you make sense of me

Little hints of yellow
For even then
When I could forget
I could experience momentary joy

I was that canvas
Because yes,
My head is overwhelming
And crazy
And angry
But it can also be beautiful

I was that canvas,
Abstract
And messy
Which some say isn't even art
And some say is wonderful

I was was that canvas

But wait
...
Wasn't I also the painter?
One painting that I really needed to create. It's in my old house in the attic. We are one.


(This note was written by my apology for not being able to be on here supporting your masterpieces yesterday)
 Jan 22 Green
Liana
I'm sorry
But you have to stay

I'm not ready to make a star for you yet
I make a star for every person that I lose. This is about my grandma, but also about some of my friends that I am concerned about. She wants to stay, they don't. This also goes for you. Yes, you. Please stay here with the rest of the mentally ill poets taking it one day at a time ❤️❤️❤️‍🩹
 Jan 22 Green
Liana
Even though
The ground is covered in snow
I know if you dig a little deeper
You'll find it to be warm
There are some people I thought I might never end up liking or being friends with, but I only saw the show. Of course, not true with everyone, but nevertheless.

(This note was written by a shirt that ate cobbler and then sat on air to watch a pen skydive)
 Jan 22 Green
Sia Harms
Over It
 Jan 22 Green
Sia Harms
I shook my head at

Their words.

I simply didn’t need

To prove myself

Anymore.
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