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Sammy Fowler Jun 2020
you would not be able to forget someone after weaving strings of memories with them, that starts from your eyes and connects to your heart...
Strying Jun 2020
I can't stare at one place for too long.
My eyes start to water as the thoughts,
wander my mind.
My brain is surrounded in darkness and evil,
as soon as I stop for a moment.
Even if it is just to think.
To breathe.
To be.

I can't seem to relax,
always on the run.
Stressing about something
THAT SHOULD BE FUN!
It's holding me back,
but I'm "not diagnosed,"
so I guess it's okay.
I guess I'm okay.

I never go to a therapist,
so I guess that I'm lucky,
I guess that I'm healthy.

My mind isn't empty,
so I guess that is good,
But the clutter comes at me like nails in wood.

I can't seem to stare,
at one place,
at one time.
My mind always running.

No way to
stop
now.
Just some thoughts about how people sometimes don't go to the doctor and say the truth or even have the opportunity to easily open up about their mental health. THIS DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T CHECK IN WITH SOMEONE. If someone opens up to you and you just say "well you don't have depression/anxiety/bipolar/etc," you could be missing a cry for help. You don't have to assume they are faking an illness. Just listen and be there, and do your best to help. Stop dismissing, start listening.
Ivyanna Jun 2020
There were times
her heart ached so
she thought
she's crumbling to pieces
like a broken glass
made of pain and despair

Falling through the darkness

She wanted to cry
but no tears ever came
Should one even try
to play a lost game?

She wanted to scream
but only whisper echoed
Worse than a bad dream
a pilgrim on a ******* road
Zack Ripley Jun 2020
today's the day I'll say good morning
Instead of goodbye.
Today's the day I'll laugh
Instead of cry.
But of all the things
I hope today will be,
I hope today's the day I'll be okay
The Untold May 2020
I have no words to write
     Just tears to cry
.
.
.
.
.
Sadness
.
.
I have been alone
      I forgot what it feels like to be around people.
26/5. Pain.
Abdul Qadir May 2020
We met thousand times, we talked hundreds of time,
We laughed together, we cried together,
we trusted each other, we shared our secrets,
We said a lot of things, we did a lot of things,
We looked in each other's eyes, we drowned in them,
We held each other's hands and pulled forward,
But we could never peep deep inside each other's hearts,
We could never show what was buried deep inside our hearts,
And that's why we are not weeping together today, perhaps.
They should have been slightly more daring.
Matt Hews May 2020
their scars protrude like mountain ranges
each stretch of fibrotic skin
bears their soul for all to see

but how very few notice
and how fewer reach out
Holly May 2020
I had so much faith
that your hands
wouldn't drop me,
the same way
everyone else's
did.
But as i fell
through your
fingertips
I realised
you were
all the same.
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