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Alaina Moore Jun 2018
"You need to chill."
"Why don't you just relax?"
"Why are you so sensitive?"
"Why are you depressed?"
"What are you doing about your depression?"
"Why don't you just eat something?"
"Are you even trying to get better?"
"You're not trying"
"Why don't you try harder?"
"You should workout more"
"Why don't you grow your hair out?"
"If you lost more weight you'd be really ****"
"You need to learn how to entertain yourself"
"Everyone has problems"
"Would you just stop talking"
"You make everything about yourself"
"You're just confused"
"We've plateaued"
"My mom thinks you hate her"
"You don't listen to feedback"
"You make jab comments"
"You take everything as a jab comment"
"If you can't see I'm trying to help you then, sorry"
"I don't have the mental fortitude to deal with you"
"You're not supportive enough of others"
"I give up"
"You complain to much"
"You just sit around and mope all the time"
"You're always on your phone"
"You bring up the past to much"
"You don't do enough around the house"
"You should be grateful for what affection you get"
"Why are you anxious?"
"You make me crazy"
"I don't care"
"You're too needy"
"You need to just get over it"
"I give up, there's no talking to you"
"I can't say anything to you without you getting upset"
"Just stop crying"
"You need to be nicer"
"You're impeding my progress"
This is the **** that plays though my head every minute of every ******* day and people ask me these stupid ******* questions like "what are you doing about it?" ******* EVERYTHING, number one, trying to ignore all this regressive **** the ones I love have said to me.

PSA: NOT BLAMING ANYONE HERE. If you can't see that I pity you. But since some of you don't get it let me explain the ******* poem.
Fault - when depression hits it effects everyone, so fault is spread throughout. Some is real, some is not.
Quotes - sometimes when people think they're helping you they say the wrong thing. Sometimes this could equate to a microagression sometimes it's just something harmful.
Depression - depression effects everyone. I am in therapy, I am working toward bettering myself and doing everything in my power to heal so I can be the best mom and wife I can be. So when I am struggling and someone cynically asks me "but what are you doing tho?" it makes it feel like the months of hard work I put in were for nothing. That hurts.

So, do not for a ******* second think this is some woe is me ******* poem. This is the rude *** **** people have said to me on my healing journey. MY JOURNEY THAT I AM WORKING ON.
Stara May 2018
I promise to tell the truth,  the whole truth and nothing but the truth
So help me God.

Connection your honor.
In this case it can be described as being one with myself.

The ability to then be connected with others.
Let the record show,  it takes hard work,  inner growth and release of ego.
The evidence will show lack of negative energies expressed,
And influx of positive vibes.

Objection; this isn't a sustainable lifestyle.
Overruled.

The defendant has admitted to past involvement in self sabotage.
With a history of willingness to introspection, meaningful dialogue, and sincere change.

Without threat or coercion I choose to let go of the toxic and insignificant,
And plead to expand knowledge and deep understanding of self and others.

To be the bright,  humble and shining Star I was born to be.  

The defense rests.
Nyx May 2018
Enter my mind
I dare you
Take a walk within my shoes
Jog a mile and see
Stop and live through my issues
Face the battlegrounds of mind and emotion
See the remains of my pain and devotion
Dodge the bullets of my insecurities and pressure
The further you go the wounds just get fresher

Take a walk down memory lane
A childhood of happiness with people unnamed
Smiles and laughter all is bright
But you reach a section when there is no longer any light
A place where you can hear screams and cries
Go to that place, Don't you dare turn a blind eye
Feel the pain, the overwhelming fear
Let it coarse through your body till your vision is unclear
Feel the aftermaths the trauma that goes on for years
Even to the current date you are unable to stop the tears

Open the book of the present
Flick through the endless pages
It may not be traumatic but the pain goes on for ages
Isolation, betrayal and all the backstabbing lies
It really is no wonder that so many of us cry
Lock up your feelings, become a void of emotion
After so many years you can feel the painful erosion
Keep trying to fit in, do your best with what you've got
Even though sometimes that will never be enough
Force on that smile and act as you normally would
As a little bit of acting will do you quiet good

So take a step back
Return to your own life
You don't know what anyone is going through
So don't you dare try and judge somebody's life
We are all crazy, mental, we've been through some ****** up things
But each experience is different, don't try and act like your a king
Each mindset is different, Its complicated and complex
So the least you can do is show some basic respect

Our minds aren't kind
Not to you or even ourselves
We just push through and work around it
We don't need another person adding to our hell
Deal with your own problems, Face your own fears
Don't hurt anybody else in the process
Because in the end
Only you can see into your mind
George Krokos May 2018
The more one gives the more others are likely to take
and so expectations are increased for the giver’s sake.
_____
From "Simple Observations"  ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Please note that I'm  not against giving at all but some people can and do take advantage of one's generosity at times.
Miss Me May 2018
Consumed for so very long
   With everything about ME

I did not know until  
    IT NOW HAS BESEIGED ME
Looking back on my life I see what has hurt me.
Haylin May 2018
Perhaps the reason I hate myself so much,
                        
                                                                 is not because I am a horrible person..

                        but because I have given my love to everyone else

                                                                                                                     and left none for myself..
Poetic T Apr 2018
Within the first moments,
             beaten upon to show pain.


Woeful of an innocence made to
             cry for the pleasure of others.

A parent holds after others hands
           ****** there innocence of birth.
Fingerprints imprint beyond paternal instincts .


A mothers third party hands clench,
                   where others have already
                   took maternal moments away.

A piñata of so much meaning, now spoilt
                   in a mothers hands. She cries as
                   others hold the candy of innocence.
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