Andrew Ewen Mar 12
Sometimes I wonder if my body can cope.
Analysing everything so thoroughly, as if using a microscope.
Scared if my mind could endure this unbelievable strain.
I felt like I was under so much pressure. I started to question if I was sane?
Scared of how much my mind and body was having to take.
I thought it was only a matter of time, before I would surely break.
Where I was at, I needed help with this.
If I kept heading the way I was going, I would have fallen into the abyss.
I talked to people who had a good understanding.
Who recognised how mental health can be very demanding.
They told me that it can get easier, but it would be a fight.
That with support and help, my future could still be bright.
I needed to know I could get better and that things wouldn't always be black.
That I could regain control and get my life back.
Dustin Dean Mar 11
Mobility of tranquility
It runs away, runs away into the day
Of which I can only remember and not revisit
Everything is too unreal
Why not just die?
But why not live?
Sit and ponder about everything
And forget to resolve "everything"
That's how it always goes
Burning guilt
Pushes me to the hilt
It commands me to serve
Suffer to serve, serve and suffer
Gods and governments dance
None of mine
While I crack my bones
To proper placement
Just to feel some sort of
Distraction from replacement

In its truest form
It's worth it in the end
When you know
Their anger will not show
A poem that I wrote back in 2009 at age 17.
Dua Kim Mar 9
By the time you're 11
And in middle school
The pressure will be high
And too much
And you'll be squeezed
Into a quark.
My current life in 6th Grade
Tiana Marie Mar 8
How can we breathe
in a society that
is constantly squeezing
our throats?

How can we walk
in a world that
is constantly chaining
our legs?

How can we be
in a place that
is constantly telling
us no?

"No," it says,
"That job isn't
enough for you to

"No," it says,
"Those clothes aren't
enough for you to
win him."

"No," it says,
"That thing isn't
enough for you to

"No," it says,
"You are not ever
enough to amount to

Well, I think it's time
we say "No" back.
Those words are EMPTY
Without care
They dribble out faults
Seeping their way
Poisoned ink
Scoring points
None earned by you
You stole the credit all for yourself
Now you are reeping the fruits
Of  my Labour.
Wyatt Mar 6
I feel as I have every single day,
a smile is the opposite of what's inside.
Years forever buried down under the trenches,
a bittersweet feeling with no other witness.
It's hard being broken
and thrown to the waste-side.
When I laugh, only then
is when I start to realize
the monster I've nurtured up inside.
A never-ending heap of chaos
is what I feed off of in these silent nights.
Hone all of it's skills, breathe in the grim.
A flower wilts, a storm fills to the brim.
The truth I need sounds inside your voice?
Well I wish I could hear it.

I'm so afraid because there isn't another choice.
I'm sitting idle, because there isn't a hint of trust.
Apparently a place of peace is asking way too much.
I wake in panic, can't search for escape
when my body's under pressure.
Won't survive at this rate,
I realized way too late,
there are no other measures.
There is no place of return,
no easy lessons to learn,
there is no place of peace here.
This world is destined to burn,
there's no where to turn,
we all live in fear.
How can you sleep at night,
how can you reserve the right
to judge all of my fears?
They're proven every day,
all these messages relay
that there is no hope here.
It's a pointless race, it's a stagnant face,
it's a waste of hurt, it's a flood of tears
poured out to the masses.
It's a march of maggots, it's way too tragic,
and it's as far as my eyes can see.
It's said that a march of maggots takes place in an empty city street, there nothing can be heard. These deafening screams are made in an attempt to draw attention to an issue. Which one? It will never be known, because these bodies were blind and deaf. Nothing is felt, nothing is gained. There is no love, there is no hate. When you think about it, the shrieks that are made might as well have never taken place.
Umi Mar 5
The Chains of ones fate are undenyable, as life carries on,
Servants caught in a hell of rebirth without ever escaping,
A red thread which leads verily onto a destined pathway,
Decisions, the pen and the ink for ones book of destiny,
They may ruin the servant, or bring them great happiness,
May mislead, trick, seduce or even manipulate them without their conciousness or understanding of the weight they brought upon their poor little, yet precious bodies which carry on depression as if it was the weight of the world or far beyond that registered mass,
In a hole with seemingly no escape to it, trapped in misery,
Chains of suffocating pressure are keeping them in place,
Oh what a terrible fate it must be to be in this position,
Patience, hope and positivity are needed to see another ray of sunlight, shining beyond the scene of the darkened clouds above
Once this trial has been overcome they too will shine with newfound strengh, energy and relieving glee from within themselves,
So fight on, you precious souls, you are worth more than you might think or would even admit to yourselves, then shine
That would be, a great wish of mine

~ Umi
Like swimming upstream,
Going against the grain,
Walking through a festival's crowd,
I cut into the package,
But I couldn't get through.
It was stuck.
Would not

So it


I was using scissors and they broke. I was not happy. I wrote this. lol
개자닌 Feb 23
Nervous, pressured, confused.
The emotions I swallowed
Every time someone questioned
About the dreams I chased.

"Take it and accept it,
It is who you are born for
To survive in this tragedy
Not to be failed and tempted nor."

Not even who I am knows what I will be.
A war between the want and the need.
Silently depending on someone.
Neither who know the real me.
I'm too tired to care hahaha...
Tallie Feb 20
And so I paint my toes
And powder my nose
Coat my lashes
And the camera flashes
Curl my hair
Time for nair
All very necessary  
As well as shoes and accessories
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