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Leah Carr Nov 2020
To those who think depression is selfish,
A person will say they are fine
When they're on the absolute brink
Because they don't want to be a burden
They think you matter, but they don't
They care about your wellbeing
Much more than their own
Doesn't that mean something to you?

To those who think suffering is selfish,
A person will push forward sometimes purely for others' sake
They get up every morning
When they feel like crying
They keep on fighting
When they feel like dying
And not for their own benefit
But for yours
Doesn't that mean something to you?

To those who think suicidal feelings are selfish,
A person convinces themselves that their loved ones wouldn't care
If they were gone
Because they can't cope with the idea of others hurting
Like they are now
They face their own pain every day
But can't face the idea of you going through what they are
Doesn't that mean something to you?

To those who think suicide is selfish,
A person often kills themselves thinking that their loved ones
Will be relieved that they are gone
Will be glad to have the weight lifted
They believe that suicide is the selfless option
They are doing what they think is best for you
Because they care
Doesn't that mean something to you?

To those who think depression is selfish,
I'm telling you now,
It isn't.
Be grateful you do not understand.
Adhara Sygnus Jun 2020
love isn't blind,
she has sharp eyes,
eye's that can find,
even the most artistic lies

love isn't deaf,
she has the most sensitive ears,
she can hear your fears,
hear you hold your breath

love isn't madness,
she's what keeps you sane,
the color on your blank canvas,
the blood that runs through your veins
i have no idea where this came from
G A Lopez Mar 2020
S - top glamorizing drug addiction
A- lcohol isn't the answer to the problem
Y- ouths should have self control
N - arcotics are illicit and dangerous if taken
O - h darling!
T- hink several times before acting out foolishly
O- verusing and misusing affects the body
D- rugs are bad and against the law
R - enew connection with God
U - nfollow negative people
G - o for the good ones
S - ave yourself before it's too late
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
If you judge a book
by its cover
then you shouldn't
be surprised
to find yourself
on the wrong page
Marie-Lyne Jul 2019
That’s the thing about lived realities
They are not expectations
Nor stereotypes about cultures
They are the opposite of common knowledge
How about we document our life and get rid of these misconceptions?
Toni Dec 2018
I am a sculptor.
An artist.
My masterpiece? Myself.

Every curve, layer of paint,
Every shadow or exposed face,

All cultivated. Planned.
Incorporating all I know
And that which I do not know


But you have only a picture.
A photo.
An image from just one angle.

And all that you recognise is
A flat
Two dimensional
Processed scrap of film.
Sam Kelly Jul 2018
I really don’t blame you
For expecting the worst.
When the friends I thought true,
Could see my name cursed.

But I am no threat,
I am not poison.
And I will not let
The lies that they’ve chosen
Get under my skin,
Or seep into my blood.
Because I know that within,
My heart is good.

There is no motive,
There is no plan.
So please forgive
What you think I am.
I wrote this when I thought I was the problem
Harsha Jul 2018
You & me in San Francisco grown men playing dress up plus nerds
With you on my arms I am immediately separated from the heard
The remaining 10% - the jocks only by chance furiously attending
They gaze then pass at you curious glares
As they aim at me their jealous thousand yards stares  
Stupefied and suspecting what we have in common to share
As you turn heads when you glide gracefully across the exhilarating COMIC CON air;
My fellow compatriots classify you as a beautiful figure that does not belong
A goddess among men browsing the NEW 52 graphic novel stall
As you broadcast your angelic smile while you enjoy this overflowing costumed hall
But all eyes are on you – you are the bell of this superhero themed ball;
My fellow geeks suffer in silence and in envious disbelief
Eventually overcomes as they go through their own stages of denial and grief,
Finally admitting this modern day miracle they begin to ponder
If they are in a FINAL FANTASY slumber
Day dreaming and sleep walking away into the yonder
Then they soon realize and dare for themselves to wonder;
If I - a geek just like them can accompany the company of a beautiful girl
There exists NEW HOPE for them too - that things can take an unexpected turn
From the ashes of common misconception and ridiculed rhetoric    a DARK KNIGHT has risen
Avenging a triumph for all nerds freaks and geeks across the world
After word – thanks for coming to comic con with me, you dressed as the sexiest of Valkyries, since I have always been a soldier and you always been an angel you are undoubtedly my Valkyrie – a soldier s angel.  

The common misconception: just because we love comics does not mean we are all losers who live with their mothers in dark basements playing HALO 24/7- more like intellects that choose to go beyond the average and limited imagination.    

To all the so called JOCKS who discriminate their fellow man - gentlemen strip clubs and big trucks are all good but sooner or later they tend to lose interest as they present the same thing over and over again offering nothing for the imagination the inner child and intellect in you to share.
You know it's funny--
our late nights when we're chasing
the dawn. I think we're waiting,
we're thinking
if we can just make it
for long enough, a big red sun
will clear squinting red eyes.
We're staying up for a revelation.
The new day will tell us
that we were wise
for chasing the light.
That it's all alright.
After all our dark nights.
Dancing our feet off for it.
Arguing with each other,
familiarity breeding contempt,
when it's 3 a.m. and we've been together
since Friday night dinner.
When a demon named Insomnia
whispers to keep our eyes open,
we do it because we don't want to lose.
In the morning, we pray,
we'll know what we should do.
Ted Mar 2018
"A bubbling brew we concocted,
A doomed recipe from the start,
A hot mess in my room we made,
A sticky residue you left on me,
that won't wash free,
A misstep by my heart,
of something that was
to be carefree."
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