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Lux 1d
I dug a deep hole with no way out,
I lost control there is no doubt.
My mind is ruled by food,
I am not the same who I am being viewed.

I ate or I don’t fell well,
Those are lies I frequently tell.
Check for a toilet before I eat,
Without throwing up I won’t be complete.

No matter how much I eat it has to go,
That is the only way I know.
Dizzy and tired all the time,
But stopping now would be a crime.

Other have it worse I am just weak,
If tell anyone they will think I’m a freak.
Living with a secret isn’t fun,
But damage has already been done.
Pouya 2d
Down the river,
Depleting my anger,

Chasing sunset,
With a fixed mindest!

Growing houseplants,
Just like a house pet.

Unleashing my isolation,
With a lot of dissociation
With his hands on his
ears,                                                            ­                    
                                                                ­                                                        
he tries not to
hear,                                                            ­                                        
                                                                ­                                                        
as the voices cry
out,                                                             ­                               
                                 ­                                                                 ­                      
in his head fear
sprouts                                                          ­                                    
                            ­                                                                 ­                         
You can sense his
frustration,                                                     ­                             
                                                                ­                                              
without knowing the
situation                                                       ­                                                                 ­
 You can see he's suffering
inside,                                                          ­                                              
                  ­                                                                 ­                               
and it makes me want to
cry                                                              ­                                      
                                                                ­                                                
Teary eyes and a smile on his
face,                                                            ­        
                                                        ­                                                            
he says that he feels out of place                                                            ­                                                                 ­   
 Urges me to want to pull him in                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                       
   try to give him strength
within                                                           ­         
                                                                ­                                                
Many years of pain, lived again &
again,                                                          
­                                                                 ­                                                   
as we both pray for it to go
away                                                             ­                               
                                                                ­                                        
knowing it has yet to
end                                                             ­                                                       
                                                                ­                                                    
So fragile is he, yet as strong as can
be                                                               ­     
                                                                ­                                                    
   you want to love him eternally                                                        ­  
                                                              ­                                                
Sweet, gentle giant innocent as a
child                                                            ­  
                                                                ­                                                
  with a perfect disposition and a weary smile
I wrote this for all of those who love someone struggling with mental illness, anxiety, PTSD, depression
They call it sadness
as if it’s gentle.
As if it doesn’t claw its way
through ribs at 3AM,
leaving bite marks on your will to live.

I smiled yesterday
the kind of smile
you give when you’re drowning
and no one sees the water.
I said “I’m fine”
because breaking down takes too much energy.

I carry silence like a second skin,
peeling pieces of myself
just to feel something.
Even the mirror flinches now.

Some nights I pray,
not for peace,
but for emptiness
because even pain
is too heavy to hold forever.

But I’m still here.
Barely breathing,
brutally honest,
and that has to count
for something.
There were days I sank without a sound
No screams, no tears, just empty ground
A battle raged inside of me
A silent ache no one could see

I wore a smile, laced with pain
Each step felt lost inside the rain
I begged the night to let me go
But woke again, too numb to know

Still, something small refused to die
A stubborn breath, a quiet sigh
And though I cracked, I didn’t break
I stood back up, for my own sake

The scars are there, but so am I
I faced the dark, I lived, I tried
I’m not the same, but I am here
A soul that stayed when none came near
Ellie 3d
When I die
No one will mourn
There will be a funeral
Many will attend
mourning someone
That died when I was 10
The gravestone will be mistaken
About who I am
The people will weep
And mourn for long
But not for me
For they have it wrong
They will mourn the girl in the casket
A shell of who I once was
No one will mourn me
That is no lie
When I die they will mourn the shell
of a girl i once was
But the little boy inside
who’s always wanted to come out
No one will mourn him
Ace will be forgotten
He will be erased.
Meant as slam poetry
Ellie 3d
That boy from Virginia
The one I once knew
We never met in person
But I wish that we had
You knew more about me
Then I knew myself
You’re 2 years older
God you’re almost 17
I remember when we first met
You were 13
You’ve ghosted me twice
But sometimes you return
I’m not sure you will this time
But I hope that you do
We wanted to live in Germany
With horses and cats
We talked about band
And how I wanted a cat
We’ve seen each other in our highs
As well as our lows
We grew up together
But now you’ve gone on
You’ve grown up more
And left me back
If you happen to see this
Please come reach out
Oh Kass from Virginia
I miss you
True story not meant as slam poetry
Ellie 3d
I only knew you for a week
But it felt like years
We shared much in common
Especially our tears
It been 2 years
I wonder where you’ve gone
Did you get into theater school?
Or is that dream gone?
I remember giving you my book
Because you wanted to read
It left a impact on you
I remember the poems you taught me to write
So I’m here writing this one
The last words you said to me were
“Take care of the hive”
It was our inside joke
From that book of mine
Oh dear Cameron C.
I hope you’re ok
I think of you often
A little to much
I hope you’re okay
Sincerely your psych ward bf, Ace
Not meant to be read as slam poetry
Ellie 3d
When you try to **** yourself
They lock you up
You’re a danger to yourself and others
“We’re here to help”
By helping they meant giving me medication
Till I am a zombie
No longer myself
But a shell of who I used to be
Why didn’t they notice all I needed was a hug
Not to be stuck
In these padded walls
“They are only here to help you”
But by helping they make me feel broken
I am not normal
I’ll never be normal
I am broken so bad
“Only we can fix you”
They says that they’ll fix me
But every time I feel
Less and less of whom I used to be
No worries in the world
Just dirt on our knees
But now we’re grown up
And there is no turning back to the way I used to be.
Meant to be read in a slam poetry
Kaitied 5d
I've got monsters in my head
They say they want my life to end
I fight back, I call them enemies
But sometimes they're my allies
We share the same thoughts
Hold the same point of view
I should really call them friend

They remind me of my mistakes
They say it's the biggest part of me
I fight them on the outside
But inwardly I admit
I wholeheartedly agree

My monster friends are so kind
they offer a solution to my problem
They suggest I end it all
They give me means to do so
And assure me it's for the best
They tell me repeatedly no-one else will mind
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