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  Feb 2018 unnamed
Yagami
Home is somewhere you feel safe and can be yourself,
Not a place where I don’t even recognize myself.
This house is not a home but instead hell,
a place where I can't get up from where I fell.
When I come "Home" it's a drag
because there I'm considered a ***

My home is not a place,
instead it's someone who doesn't see me as a disgrace
But they're in invisible pain, depression
and I fear one day they'll just be gone and done.
Done from the living in this horrible place,
Done from hiding their true face.
Done from being in constant fear.
Done from shedding tear after tear.

My wish is for them to see what I see:
someone who goes through things bravely,
someone who is beautiful inside and out,
someone who doesn't let anything stop them and continue going on and about,
someone smart,
someone who stole and melted my heart.

My home.
My one true love.
#depression #Love #pain
  Feb 2018 unnamed
Realeboga M
2018

I gained merely  two Kg, the people I considered friends looked at me and said “If you keep doing this you’re going to be fat”, he laughed
The other said “I see you’re on the road to obesity” he smiled.

I only weigh 48 kg.

So I wonder, how long will my insecurities get to me, how long will I break and crumble and stop eating and overwork myself at the gym?

How long will my heart be anorexic and my mind bulimic.
How long till this nervosa be one with me?

Answer: it already happened.
I don’t think people understand how hurtful their comments are. My entire life I’ve been trying to be skinny or be what people think is appropriate and for once I’m happy, I’m healthy but it’s not good enough. It ******* hurts, I still wear the same sizes but I’m on the road to obesity? I’m too fat? **** those people, I can’t eat without their words lingering, I just don’t want this, I hate this because now I need to do a double take of how I am.
  Feb 2018 unnamed
eileen
Rain drip drop can't stop
I want thunder and lightning
Nothing can stop me

Try again flowers red vase
I never have a happy face
Thank you anyways thanks

I see no rain ugh
look another useless day
lost mind staying sane
HAIKU
  Feb 2018 unnamed
WJ Thompson
Poetry isn’t only pain
Poetry is a cup
you can fill it
with whatever you like
Did we sleep so long we never saw the sunrise?
  Feb 2018 unnamed
Emma Slootmans
I guess, in the end,
           you and I are nothing more than a memory.
Covered in dust.
            Left to be forgotten.
  Feb 2018 unnamed
Sally A Bayan
I do believe that, people's
breaking moments aren't spectacles,
to be watched like carousels in a carnival,
not free for all(s).....like publc seesaws
anyone rides....sees what comes and goes

my folks' words play in my mind, like a spell
"don't let your eyes stay wet too long, they swell,
one day, those tears will make you unconquerable
your fences and walls ultimately become impregnable."

...but.......there's a truth that's unavoidable
there're days when we're not that invincible
::::::::
sometimes, we melt, we flow
hurt by people's deeds, we don't even know
why.....the days, at times, become too cold,
confusing...other times, painfully bold
we break, we droop............we fall
we realize...we can't always be that tall
::::::::
we become...........frangible
just as breakable
just as fragile
as porcelain
......................................
because
we're human.


Sally


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 8, 2017
  Feb 2018 unnamed
kyleigh g
constant paranoia
sleepless nights
bustling hospital halls

trust me
this is nothing less than horrific
after attempting to end it all

"take me home"
i whisper to no one
through my silent tears

staying in a psych ward
for just one week
felt like several years

all i can do
is worry
about if anyone will care

i think they believe
that they would be better off
if i was no longer there

my week in the hospital
was heart-wrenchingly
bleak

everyone says
it made me stronger
but i feel immensely weak
i apologize for pouring my heart out. but it's very therapeutic.
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