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TheJhondelion Jan 14
In a world where we feel forsaken and abandoned,
A barren land bleaked with loneliness, forgotten, forlorn
A life so hopeless and full of desolation.
A whole generation plagued by an epidemic called depression.

An illness that took the lives of many.
Yet still misunderstood, dismissed as laziness aplenty.
Loving parents lose daughters and sons,
Still no cure, incomprehensable not even one can understands.

They've scoured books, devoured dictionaries, seeking words to describe how they really feel,
Yet none can mend a soul like them, too broken to heal, too shattered to fix it still.

But then you came, a beacon so bright,
on this dim and narrow path I called life,
A glimmer of hope in a world so dark, where it all seems filled with wrath and strife.

Be strong and make sure to guard your light,
Growing it ever more intense โ€”impairing a sight,
Let it shine brighter than any stars and sun,
Help them light up their way till the darkness around them are gone.
For souls that dwells in void like mine,
I cherished the warmth it gives and provides,
In a world not built for us to live, rather just merely for us to survive.

Yet remain cautious of those who'd dim your glow,
Leaving you cold, it's unkind โ€” I know.
But keep your flames burning with passion,
Nurture it, share it wisely like a precious ration,
For your light is a beacon of hope,
Guiding those lost in darkness, away from ending their lives hanging on a rope.
This poem is inspired by all the people in my life whom I dearly love and adoreโ€”my friends, family, colleagues, and even strangers who stand beside me and millions of others suffering from mental illnesses. Their understanding, kindness, and unwavering support make this often difficult life bearable. They are my beacons of hope.
Mental health struggles are often misunderstood, and those who battle these challenges are frequently met with judgment rather than compassion. This poem aims to shed light on the depth of these struggles and the importance of empathy. To everyone who offers a listening ear, a kind word, or a comforting presence, know that your actions ripple through the darkness, bringing warmth and light.
This piece is a reminder that while the world can seem desolate and unkind, the light within each of us can guide others through their darkest moments. Together, we can create a world where no one feels alone in their suffering. Thank you for being the light that helps others find their way.
P.S. Always remember that it is not that expensive to be KIND โค๏ธ
Give me room to breathe,
because I'm tired of living
in chaos and fear.

I just can't live like this anymore.

Give me a reason to believe,
because I don't want to leave

when I have so much to live for.

Give me a chance, and you'll see

I won't let doubt get in the way
anymore.

The only thing
that can take
my breath away

is finding the person

that I'll do
everything
in my power

to fight for survival

and stay.
Joshua Phelps Nov 2024
if love is the
last thing
on your mind

then why do I
have to suffer
time and time

again?

I thought I
made the right
choices

but mistakes
were made and
I've fallen

in a pit
of despair.

self-pity,
and feeling
so worthless

that nothing
can ever
compare.

I thought this
would be the last
time

my heart
would be broken,

but it feels
like you
don't even care,

I'm forever
stuck in disrepair.
dead poet Nov 2024
i'm still running, running fast;
i'm running fast... i'm running fast -
this was never meant to last!
Dreamypretty May 2021
So much misery
Such less poetry
Makes it hard to live fully
Hence, I write freely
To make the cosmos glee.
Larissa Frost Jan 2021
I didnโ€™t want
To say goodbye
I thought weโ€™d travel
The earth
You and I
But you no longer
Visit me
In my dreams
The silence in my
Head is
deafening
Iโ€™m
Shattered.

                   -L. Frost
Thekingspen Oct 2020
This is my park,
It's in between the pages of a paper
Where I write in large to pour out my heart
The place my peace is found
This is my park, and it's my diary
For every human there's a thing or place we find our inner peace or solace, for me it's writing and my diary is my place of peace.
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