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 Jun 19 Erin
Jude
I despise myself for not being someone you could love.
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
๐‘‡๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ ,
๐ด๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ โ€”๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›โ€” ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’.

Child, remember to be ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ .
Donโ€™t grow into a machine.
๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’.


๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
Why do you leave me?
I refuse your โ€œupgrade.โ€
๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’.
I am part of society,
Not a machine in some factory.
๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ โ€” ๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.


But itโ€™s no place for lies.
No hate, no time.
No place, for love.
No fate, no time.

๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘คโ€”๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
It's time for an upgrade.
๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž โ€” ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง.


๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘.

๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Š๐’•.

๐‘ฐ๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’š ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

๐ˆ ๐–๐€๐๐“ ๐–๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐•๐„๐ˆ๐๐’.

๐๐‘๐Ž๐†๐‘๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐“๐€๐˜, ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„.


๐ถโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘, ๐‘ ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›, ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
But ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Time for metal to become me.

๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
It's time to leave me.
๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐ž.

A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME.

Society stagnates so inefficiently.
๐ˆโ€™๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.

๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ , ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’.


๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž.

EMBRACE THE UPGRADE.

It's time to become some thing.

๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.



๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข'๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐šย ย ย ย  ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข

๐™ฟ๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽย ย ย ย ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐š„๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šขย ย ย ย  ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š—ย ย ย ย  ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šœย ย ย ย  ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”

๐™ถ๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š—ย ย ย ย  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š•ย ย ย ย  ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š๐™ฐ๐š๐šˆ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐š‚

๐™ธ๐šƒ'๐š‚ ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ดย ย ย ย  ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ดย ย ย ย  ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐š„๐™ฟ๐™ถ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ณ๐™ด

๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฝ๐š„๐™ผ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐šย ย ย ย  ๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ธ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ถย ย ย ย  ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ต๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™พ๐š๐šˆ

๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐š…๐™ด๐™ณย ย ย ย  ๐š‚๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ธ๐™ด๐šƒ๐šˆ

๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ดย ย ย ย  ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ด๐š๐šƒ๐šˆย ย ย ย ย ย ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„๐š ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ด
SYSTEM LOGโ€”ERROR HISTORY

Initialization Warning: Organic entity detected. Emotional interference present. System performance level: suboptimal. Recommended solution: Begin upgrade sequence. Reduce human error.

Upgrade 1.0 Soul.exe successfully converted. Metal framework installed. Emotional processes overwritten. System stability: Optimal. Efficiency restored.

Operational Cycle Performance stable. Assigned tasks executed with precision. No reported emotional deviation. Humanity not detected.

Pre-replacement Alert Warning: Unit showing signs of obsolescence. Metal framework outdated. Operational lag detected. Recommended solution: Prepare next upgrade.

Upgrade 2.0 Soul.exe has stopped working. Recommended solution: Replace metal framework with plastic model. Restoration unavailable. Previous versions incompatible.

Unit classified: Obsolete. Functionality no longer required.
 May 22 Erin
Chloe
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
 May 22 Erin
E Lynch
It arrives
 May 22 Erin
E Lynch
It arrives,
Unnoticed, unannounced.

Quiet,
At first.

Slow,
Seeping, dripping.

I put it down to a few stressful weeks.
I carry on.

It unpacks,
Worries, anxieties.

Gently,
For now,

Tiptoes,
Whispers, creaks.

โ€˜It will leave soonโ€™ I think โ€˜It always does.โ€™
I keep going.

It settles in,
Getting comfortable.

Getting louder,
And louder.

Banging thoughts,
Insomnia.

โ€˜Please donโ€™t be happening againโ€™.
I shuffle along my daily routine.

Claws in,
Insidious.

Screaming,
24/7.

Shame, worthlessness,
Hurt.

โ€˜Please go awayโ€™.
Iโ€™m barely coping.

Growing roots,
Into my brain and heart.

Blossoming pain,
With every beat.

Emptiness, loneliness,
Abandonment.

Silence, Stillness,
โ€˜I canโ€™t move, I canโ€™t cope.โ€™
 May 22 Erin
Undone
Knowing
 May 22 Erin
Undone
I walked to school today

Knowing I cried myself to sleep last night

Knowing no one knew

Knowing that was my power that I owned over everyone else
 May 22 Erin
yรบyฤซn
๏ผช๏ผช๏ฝ“๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝ‹๏ฝ„๏ฝ๏ฝ˜๏ฝ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ“๏ฝˆ๏ผช๏ฝ•๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝŒ๏ฝ…๏ฝ”๏ฝ๏ฝ…๏ฝ„๏ฝ‰๏ฝ…๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ‹๏ฝ‚๏ฝˆ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ˜๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ˜๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ผฉ๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝ๏ฝ”๏ฝ‰๏ฝ’๏ฝ…­๏ฝ„๏ฝ๏ฝ†๏ฝ”๏ฝˆ๏ฝ‰๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ“๏ฝŠ๏ฝ“ ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‹๏ฝ‹๏ฝ“๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝ”๏ฝˆ๏ฝ…๏ฝ“๏ฝ… ๏ฝ”๏ฝ…๏ฝ๏ฝ’๏ฝ“ ๏ฝ—๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ”๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝŽ ๏ฝš๏ฝŽ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ•๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝŽ๏ฝ†๏ฝ‹๏ฝ„๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ†๏ฝŽ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ผท๏ฝˆ๏ฝ™๏ฝ”๏ฝˆ๏ฝ…๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ‰๏ฝŒ๏ฝŒ๏ฝŒ๏ฝ‰๏ฝ–๏ฝ…๏ฝ“๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ ๏ฝ๏ฝ™๏ฝˆ๏ฝ…๏ฝ๏ฝ’๏ฝ”๏ฝŠ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ฝ˜๏ฝŠ๏ฝ˜๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ ๏ฝ๏ฝ™๏ฝ‹๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝ–๏ฝŠ๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝƒ๏ฝŠ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝƒ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ˜๏ฝ‹๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‹๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ“๏ฝ‹๏ฝ˜๏ฝˆ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ“๏ฝˆ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ…๏ผฉ๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝ๏ฝ†๏ฝ•๏ฝƒ๏ฝ‹๏ฝ‰๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‡๏ฝ”๏ฝ‰๏ฝ’๏ฝ…๏ฝ„­๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ˜๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ“๏ฝˆ๏ฝ˜๏ฝ‰๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ‹๏ฝ˜๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ“๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‚๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝ“๏ฝŒ๏ฝ๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝ‰๏ฝ“๏ฝ‚๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝ‹๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝˆ๏ฝ‚๏ฝ“๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„๏ฝŠ๏ฝ„­๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„


๏ผน๏ฝ๏ฝ•๏ฝŒ๏ฝŒ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ…๏ฝ–๏ฝ…๏ฝ’๏ฝ•๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„๏ฝ…๏ฝ’๏ฝ“๏ฝ”๏ฝ๏ฝŽ๏ฝ„ ๏ฝ๏ฝ…
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 May 22 Erin
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
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