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Sarah Boon Apr 2017
We live in a superficial world
of shattered identities
and
a loss of reality

my senses are
Numb

We do not know what it is to feel :
anything

sadness
has died
in cipralex

anxiety
has drowned
in clonazepam

my cheap, glass arm
was about to break
in the basement of a house
that i tried so hard to call home

I am
utter
sheer
nonsense

we will live together,
and I,
I will die alone
luna love Mar 2017
bpd
i am sinking
further into the darkened depths that is my mind

my heart,
my lungs,
my mind,
collapse

i try shake this illness that
holds my existence captive,
a prisoner in my own mind

i long for the days where my breaths were sighs
of relief,
of happiness

i ache for the moments where
life was not a gloomy mess.
where the sun seeped in through the window
and everything felt okay

will i ever feel whole again?
will i ever rid of this disease?
*** help me find a cure
nabi 나비 Mar 2017
You would never think
that someone so young
could deal with such demons
speaking such foul things in their ears
You would never think
that someone so young
could feel as though
no one loves them
and that there's no place for them
in this world
You would never think
that someone so young
could deal with such a horrible thing
that is a mental illness
because mental illnesses
effect everyone no matter the age
I was having a heart to heart with one of my best friends today and we started talking about when we started noticing our mental illnesses that effect everything in our lives.  And we realized that we were incredibly young, and that it has definitely impacted our personalities and our reactions to things around us.  And i think that there should be more awareness for youngsters going through that, and that parents should be taught the signs for mental illnesses.
blue mercury Feb 2017
i used to think that confidence
was never really common sense
thought it was like lost innocence
it was something you earned
but you make me feel so worth it
w/o showering me in compliments
you’ve awaken all of my senses
i’m feeling alive

don’t tell me that fate is a lie
i’ll believe in it until i die
doesn’t matter long as i try
to be better than i am
to be bigger than my issues
i’m crying away all the tissues
you’ve never said “i’ll fix you”
you’ve just said “i’m here”

sometimes the way you look at me
i swear it’s just make-believe
but i live for this lucid dream
that keeps me wide awake
you’re what i write about when i can’t sleep
i know that talk is freaking cheap
but your words
have more worth
than any dollar bill.
i’m letting my thoughts spill.
your space, i’d gladly fill.

don’t tell me that fate is a lie
i’ll believe in it until i die
doesn’t matter long as i try
to be better than i am
to be bigger than my issues
i’m crying away all the tissues
you’ve never said “i’ll fix you”
you’ve just said “i’m here”

my head on your shoulder
my heart is warm my hands are colder
i’ll just go ahead and hold your
hand to spend away the time
lights out, my eyes won’t shut
no more sadness, yeah, i’ve had enough
this insomniac’s not waking up
this dream is here to stay

don’t tell me that fate is a lie
i’ll believe in it until i die
doesn’t matter long as i try
to be better than i am
to be bigger than my issues
i’m crying away all the tissues
you’ve never said “i’ll fix you”
you’ve just said “i’m here”
a song thingy
Eric Martin Dec 2016
Where you go I go
But still I will never see
What keeps you up at night
As you softly scream hauntedly

For you I will always care
Even if the sky shattered and fell
I would be there not letting a shard touch your hair
And vowing to make the heavens wish for ****

Where you go I go
But sill you forbid me to ask
From knowing what you know
What happened in your past

For you I am devastatingly aware
Of your sanity and your pain
Life is so cruel and unfair
I wish I could end your suffering alone in your brain

Where you go I go
Where ever it may be
If any one is going to hurt you
I would do it the most softly

We can finally take comfort in the end
And that I am no longer prolonging your pain
To the heavens I pray our souls will send
And that we will be blessed with the chance to start again
Is this poem not very good, its actually one of my more favourite poems but even though its up for interoperation one of mine is that the narrators love is using him to **** them self and really they wont get another chance to be together but it could also be the other way around and they will meet again in heaven or another life. If this poem is bad can some one please let me know.
Owen Carter Dec 2016
It may start with not wanting to wake,
Soon progressing to not doing homework.
Grades dropping,
Self esteem toppling.
You feel dumb, and then you feel numb.
You think "Is any of this even worth it?"
You're filled with doubt as you begin to pout,
But then you remember the small things.
When your favorite band comes on the radio,
When you finally draw that second eye correctly,
The sound of applause at the end of a play.
Even as simple as that new episode of a show you watch.
And then you ask once again: "Is any of this even worth it?"
And it truly is.
Brayden Allen Nov 2016
My life is a rollercoaster.
It's made out of ups and downs that never end.
I'm tired of going from a depression of constant sleeping
to a mania of wanting to do everything.
I don't want to hear the people screaming around me.
I can barely make any noise
All I can do is let out a chuckle.
and then drop down low.
The scariest part is I lost my seat belt a long time ago.
It was taken away from me.
I can know only hold on with my bare hands.
Hanging on the bars.
Wanting to let go
Lauren R Aug 2016
Oh son of beginners mistake
Son of pure unclean intention
Son of mothers midnight run to bar
Son of broken swan wing
Son of brokenness
Son of lack of sunlight
Son of ***** laundry

Boy of unknowing
Boy of drinking antifreeze
Boy of missing eyed crows
Boy of missing childhood
Boy of sorrow
Boy of stitches
Boy of afraid of manhood
Boy of afraid

Young *** of suicide attempts
*** of lying to himself that he ever wanted to die
*** of lying to himself
*** of lying
*** of unholiness
*** of shotgun misfire
*** of unkempt basements
*** of homeless dogs
*** of death and life all at the same time
You ain't no ***. You are a poser with wings and a capital letter to begin your wretched name.  

You won't be happy when you die, you are split between so many titles and you do not know which to choose. You are no one. No one. You are absolutely no one.

(Say, do you know the route to the nearest bar? I'm going to drink myself open, flesh off bone, apathetic skeleton, closest thing to happy. I'm going to drink myself away from you, this world, myself.)
This is 2 years old now
Brayden Allen Jul 2016
I must run from my thoughts to uphold my happiness.
Brayden Allen Jul 2016
I'm better now or at least I try to be. I really do try but it's so hard to hold myself together when my mind is a crumbling city that used to have so much power.

My depression is like the lava slowly killing Pompeii. Chunks of molten rock anxiety spew out of the volcano of my mental illness demolishing the pillars made out of pills that are supposed to keep the buildings of happy thoughts together.

The thoughts won't stay together though. They just break down and fall on themselves. All the people panic and try to escape through the blood oceans that flow out of my wrist.

Eventually all the life is gone. The people have fled. All the buildings that used to hold my happiness are ash. All the pillars made of pills are useless.

The city is dead and so is my mind.
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