xxSarahxx Apr 16

Love in this world, at this time  is difficult to  find.
We cling on the positive, because the ugly truth is ugly.
We try telling us, tomorrow it will be better.
This all is just a nightmare & when we wake up we are safe.

Even though there are terrible news everywhere,
we can't & won't loose hope in this.

Love can be found  in this house.
Laughter is heard from outside.
In here, there is a family that loves unconditionally.
You can't imagine what they've been through already.

Their love got them through, the strength to look forward.
They learned & are still learning & living.

But most importantly,
they never lost their hope even when there was nothing.

Happy Easter

I've been kicked around,
that's a fact.
I've fallen down,
but I've come back.
I've stood tall,
through all the shit.
I've broke a couple falls,
and taken some hits.
I've had to crawl,
to find my grit.
I've been stayin' alive,
so I can fight.
I've had to strive,
to make it through the night.
I've learned to use my drive,
to see my own light.
I've found a way to thrive,
without ruining someone's life.

So to those who a still fighting,
don't give up,
stay strong,
don't let them bring you down,
you are powerful,
and you can make it through anything.


Listened to a cover and got inspired.

Remember what we did, how we burned the city down to the ground. We got high and dived into the thrills as we caught and got swallowed up by the flames.

They didn't know... They didn't know they were living amongst creatures of the night, as the lights fade we became alive.

Remember the screams as I invited you in... The passion that fumes my soul and captured all that was embedded in you.

I was everything that was good, everything that was bad. I was in a world where surviving seemed hopeless...  I was hopeless.

I clawed my way through and through, reached the heights searching for you. You were the blood that ran through me... You were me.

I suffered in silence for years, they didn't stop to see if I was ok. I was rebellious, I was proud, so I made it my redemption... We burned the city down to the ground.

Not everyone deserved it... But we walk amongst the most deadliest souls of them all. I took my baggage and stroll to an unknown place... My body shivered when we stood face to face, I stood my ground I held my place...
Its either this or surrendering to the unseen and let it take me down.


Dhaara T Jan 10

You've been away, a while
I didn't miss you
You promised to stay
But I didn't kiss you

You held my hand
and my neck too
Hello again, you return every while
Why do you?

After all the lows
You've put me through
You still think you'll win
You have no clue!

I listen to my heart
But to my mind too
I listen to my soul
To ME, not to you

"You're just a voice in my head. You don't control me."...I wish (and hope) everyone fighting depression sees this, understands that there is always a way out. You have the power, even if you don't see it yet, but I hope you do, and soon! <3
Nylee Dec 2016

A girl does not need a flower
Nor she needs a diamond
She is not looking for lover
Nor she is a crier

She may not have great strength
But nothing can stop her
For she will do what she wants
Will go for it for however length

She is not fragile
Stop treating her like child
She is not a damsel
She can fight her battle

She does not want dolls
Never she liked make up-dress up
She can play cricket and football
She can rise on her own after some falls

She needs no dictator
giving her rules and restrictions
Nor she needs anyone's permission to be dancer
Or teacher or doctor or engineer or mother
                    She is a born fighter

The thought behind is to stop thinking any girl in a certain preconceived light . She is unique individual , she may like , do , say whatever she wishes .
Grace Espinoza Nov 2016

An ember
A second away from being extinguished
An instant away from a spark

While the world works
To snuff us out
We maintain our warmth

These obstacles
Simply fuel
To our fire

Perhaps to them
We are not a threat
But forest fires
Start with a spark

Don't you underestimate me, darling.
VØD Nov 2016

I've been beat so I beat back
I've ran past the plains with my feet flat
I've been attacked by enemies
Who left my teeth cracked
Dad's drowning in hennessey
And friends in leaf tack
My life's a plague plaqued in fame facts since rappers started gang tracks
Lowriders and chained cats
Camaros and tamed gats
And now going broke cuz college has no free cr^p
I'm feeling like a joke failing class
I'm feeling soaked with a job and no cash
I can't always cope with the vast
Stroke of low sloped emotion from my past
Punches can slash
Essays I can't pass
Blood on my cheek and neck is rashed
My essays trash
Black eyes and joints thrashed
And I keep fighting
Even if essays bite me
I can stand up even if it's frightning
Even if I can't compete with lightning
I'm complete in writing
Just like when I take a punch
I might be in a huntch
Cornered or taking too much
It doesn't matter as long as I follow my rhythm and launch the perfect counterpunch

My original writing style when i started on HP :)
Zeus Nov 2016

She must have not been older than 17 living in the 1600's an era pledged with kings and queens, she ran away from her poor home wanting something more something worth living for, she packed her bags, gathered all she could and started off, on her way she was shutting the door behind her, she walled for hours, she walked for miles, she thought of turning back but she was determined, a stranger in a carriage being pulled by 2 horses came up from behind her to her side wondering if she needed help, was she lost he asked, was she looking for someone he asked, could he give her a lift he asked, she agreed and got into the carriage, the carriage started to move she started to see the ground move faster than it had when she was waking, they began to talk, he seemed nice she thought, smart and honest she thought, as the carriage moved further he got closer, and closer, his hands started to walk to her, her body tried to run away but she couldn't escape, he pulled her closer, she felt the carriage get colder, her mother always told her, be careful with men who are older, He kissed her neck but she pushed him away his sweetness now turned to aggression she got the impression that he was going through a depression and this was his only way of expression He ripped her top off exposing her breasts, the breasts of a growing young woman soft round and smooth he simply couldn't help himself but touch them, was he to blame her young succulent body was hard to tame to himself his hands couldn't remain and simply looking at her drove him insane The carriage stopes and out she hoped hoping to out ran the man who pounced on her like a fox she ran and ran but he chased and chased he caught up and dropped her down he climbed on top and it was clear he wouldn't stop he pinned her hands but still she fought his aggression turned to rage her resistance pushed him to the edge he pit his hand under feeling her trimmed hedge she fought and fought as she constantly thought and thought why was he doing this how could he do this with tears running down her eyes her fear started to come as she realized all the stranger visualized She broke a hand free and scratched his face thinking this will put him in his place! It worsened the phase as he began to hit her beautiful face one punch to punch he thought to himself, she'll make a beautiful lunch he beat her till he saw red, yes she blead it was clear she shouldn't have flead she turned purple and black he said I'll leave a mark on your back, She saw no hope, he was still on top and she began to choke, tears still falling she began to hear her mother calling and her blood kept pouring, she saw a knight by his side but saw no hope by her side, he wanted to stock his dick in her so she decided it was time to stick his knife in him, she frees her hand once more, she grabbed his blade and went right for his head cutting his ear off was like cutting her fear off she stood and wondered what she feared off! She stood as he caught his bleeding ear and said now look who has the fear come closer dear I need you near I need you here where's that cocky cheer he went back on terror he crawled back trying to run but it was her turn to have fun she looked up to the sun and felt an evil take over for her this wasn't over she now moved closer and teased him, she asked what would please him, Rough time wasting she grabbed his hand and cut his finger off, she wanted to see his blood she wanted to see it flood so she grabbed his other hand and cut is wrist he tried to form a fist, a fist to throw but with a blow she drove the knife through that fist. She heard him scream and in her eyes she saw a beam, a beam of his fear it was now clear she would let him die slowly, as the wrist cut drained him of his blood, he had no strength to fight she whispered to him don't follow the f__king light ..

I'm do proud of this note I don't know why but I am honestly so proud I wrote this, I should be used by now but once in a while s note like this makes proud to be a writer
Teresa garza Oct 2016

Going through a rough time
don't know what to do
who to trust
life is set on rewind
nothing's ending or beginning
they say there's a silver line
why can't I find it yet
everyone's telling me to just ignore them
to just turn the other cheek
why can't they see it's not as easy as it seems
iv fought for so long
iv sang this song once before
but now once agin here I am
a fighter trying to fight her way
passed this rough time in life
just listen to my words
soon you'll see
I'm the fighter
going through a rough time
life is set on rewind
nothing's ending or beginning
they say there's a silver line
it's hard holding back these tears
trying to fight
when all you want to do is give in
to their words
soon I'll find my silver line
soon I'll win this fight
you'll see
it will be Devine
I won't give in
ill fight till I win
I'll get to my silver line
you'll see
I'm a fighter
not a beggar
I'm a winner
not a loser
I won't give in
I won't give up
I'll fight
till I reach that silver line

About battles
koreen Oct 2016

Whenever people ask me if I have gotten over my mental illness, i just silently smile at them. I don't think anyone could ever understand mental illnesses. Not even the people who have experienced them can understand them fully and not even the therapists who tried to help them. Mental illnesses are many things but I'm sure they're not something you just get over with. They're something you survive through. They're not monsters that once you defeated them, they won't ever come back. They're natural disasters that leave you helpless after they paid you a visit ㅡ and when you've rebuild everything back up, they could come and visit you again.

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