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J Feb 2018
Kaibigan, halika at makinig,
Sa storyang dapat **** marinig,
Sana ako’y paniwalaan,
Dahil hindi ito kathang-isip lamang.

Habang ako’y nag-iisa,
Habang hindi mo ako kasama,
Dumidilim ang mundo,
Sa pagdilim nito kasama pati buhay ko.

Sa tuwing nakatingin sa mga tala,
May mga boses na laging nang-aabala,
Gusto ko silang tumahimik,
Maalis ang mga aninong umaaligid.

Tama na.... tama na... ayoko na,
Patahimikin mo na sila.
Tama na.... Nakikiusap ako,
Tulungan, tulungan mo ako.

Sa gabi man o umaga,
Lungkot na hindi mawari ang nadarama,
Noong araw na ako ay nawala, (sa aking pagkawala)
Kasabay nito ang katahimikan nila.

Sa pagtatapos ng aking kwento,
Sana maunawaan mo,
Na hindi ito kasabay ng panahon na lilipas din,
Ito ay importante at dapat intindihin.

Sa pag kupas ng mga larawan,
Sa bawat kumpas ng alon sa dalampasigan,
Kaibigan, ako’y lumisan sa mundo hindi dahil ginusto ko,
Pero para sa ikatatahimik ko.

Saklolo.
Stop the stigma of Mental Illness. Mental disorders are not adjectives.
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Drown and bask in the sunlight
Forward unto God
He is sinful

Made for the weak man
He is a cancer
Disgusting scorn of prudent woe

Always showing up
Like "BurgerKing"
Uninvited, not liked

Boring and yet sublime
Where does the confusion end?
Does it include a "Happy Meal"

Pop culture is tiresome
Tripping and stepping into territory
That is unknown, yet still familiar

Why can't it end?
The division and condemnation
Condensed to pitiful morality

Each case moronic
In design and fashion
Seeking an identity

Plotting to overthrow
The status quo
Implanting the negative flow

Stereo is doomed
Electronic in psychology
Dead to the depth
Dom Bobek Jan 2018
Ethanol to make me numb
end up crying, just feel dumb

Ecstasy to make me happy
the next day is never quite sappy

Love to finally fix my life
just adding to this eternal strife

Time to accept
That they're no use
Just postponing
Everlasting blues

Time to repair
everything that's broken
one thing at a time
still a struggle unspoken

So many scars
every week a new
guess I'll just have to
mend every week a two

But so much pain
it is appalling
maybe just one drink
a little dulling ?

And here we go
the cycle renews
so here I stay
swimming in the blues...
Dom Bobek Jan 2018
A smile on your face
A pain in your heart
Let that **** out
Or you will die

Listen to me
Be human again
There's nothing wrong with
Letting us in

Show us your feelings
We won't bite
We won't laugh
So stop your fright

It's time to be human
Or you will die
And without emotions
No one will cry
Lari Z Jan 2018
Awareness-
it's been five hours since I started internet surfing.
Look away from the screen.
Breathe in, out.

Body check:
Am I stiff?
Then:
         Consciously relax my shoulders, my arms, my face.
         Adjust my position.
How am I feeling:
cold?
anxious?
scattered?

Am I tense because of:
hunger?
thirst?
a full bladder or number two?

Pause, then rise up and do it.
A washroom or stretch break.
A sweater, a snack.
Short exercise.
Hugs.

Then resume, or stop for the day.
Not really a poem. Thought process to calm myself down when I get stuck.
Lari Z Jan 2018
your happiness is my joy
your grief, my burden

I laugh when you laugh
I cry beside you

When you are angry, I lash out
I panic when you are anxious

but is it you or me?
and does it matter?

I am only built for my own emotions...
either i'm highly sensitive or too empathic or it's all in my head.
Em Quinn Jan 2018
sometimes,
i smile at the mirror,
to remind myself that i can.
because i've forgotten what it feels like.

sometimes,
i spend hours repeating the same phrase in my head,
just to make sure it sounds right.
"hi... could i please have the-"
it never does.

sometimes,
i stare at the crimson lines on my wrists,
and try to convince myself that they're beautiful.
no one else thinks that though,
so why should i?

sometimes,
i check my pulse,
because i need to know that life is temporary.
i need to know that one day it'll be over.

sometimes,
i stare at my reflection,
but i don't recognize the girl looking back at me.
why is she so broken?
she follows me like a ghost.

sometimes,
the time passes so slow,
that a minute feels like a day,
and i wonder if it'll ever end.
will it ever end?

sometimes,
i wake up with tear stains on my pillow,
blood soaked sheets.
i don't remember though.
regret is not an easy feeling to deal with.

sometimes,
i watch mouths move in front of me,
but the screams in my head take up too much space.
so i hear nothing.
"can you repeat that please?"
"sorry."

sometimes,
my hands are raw and tired, scratched away to nothingness.
"how'd you get that burn?'
all i can say is that it was an accident.
was it?

sometimes...
sometimes a lot of things.
sometimes i wish i wasn't here.
sometimes my body doesn't feel like mine.
sometimes i want to cut the pain out of my body.
is that possible?
sometimes.
hi so I haven't been on here in quite a while and i just rediscovered it so here i am once again! this is about my struggles with mental health, and it means a lot to me to be honest. i still struggle every day, but i'm trying my best and i think that's what matters.
The Dybbuk Jan 2018
Run, hide, scream, despair,
Upon us comes an old nightmare.
Terror, weakness, gasp for air,
It's psychological warfare.
In the windows, yellow eyes,
Primal demons from the skies,
Parts of you that you despise,
Blotting out the red sunrise.
Snakes and spiders do kung-fu,
Boiling water raining too.
It's a dream, you're breaking through,
But the things you saw wake up with you.
A lone man runs.
Can’t you see him?
Of course you can’t. Nobody can.
What’s he running form?
The End.
He’s very lonely, but you would never know that looking at him. After all, he’s the only one that can see The End, and so he runs.
But don’t worry about him, he’s alright, I asked him a little bit ago.

I continue to run.
The End follows, always follows, never stopping, never slowing down, never speeding up.
I can see it, every time I close my eyes to sleep. The End likes to keep me awake at night. It reminds me it’s always there.
I see it every time I look in a mirror, It likes to show up in the place of my smiling reflection, but still no one else can see it.
Sometimes people ask me how I am.
I’m scared, I always think to myself, I’m running from The End and I’m getting tired, I’m scared The End will catch up with me.
Can’t you see it?
I can, I can always see it, It’s always there, sometimes it speaks to me.
Can’t you hear it?
“Of course they can’t, nobody can.” The End tells me.
Maybe I should ask for help. Maybe they would. I’ve seen others, I’ve seen them run, maybe we’re all running from the same thing. Maybe I can finally stop running by myself.
“Nobody else can see me.” The End tells me “It’s just you, alone, as it has always been. What if you did call for help. What then? They wouldn’t understand, they couldn’t understand, how could they?”
What if they did?
“They wouldn’t, they might say they do, but they don’t, you already know that. What if they pretend they do. Just to try to make you feel better, send you to a ‘professional’ just for them to pretend to understand. Maybe they’ll put you on a medication to try and chase me away but it wouldn’t work, you might not see me for a while but I’ll still be there, always. But even worse, what if they worry about you? Even just a little bit. You wouldn’t want that right? You’re already gone, you can’t save a corpse, walking or not. You’re beyond saving, there will always be others worse off. Why make others waste their time trying to save someone not worth saving? And worst of all what if someone goes out of their way for you? All that wasted energy trying to make a ghost fake a smile and tell them their all better. You wouldn’t want to push your problems on someone else now would you?
As always The End is right
“I’m alright, how about you?” I always end up responding
Sometimes I think someday I’ll break if enough people ask me how I am but that’s too far and few in between. Kind of like a wall, where each “How are you?” creates a crack, but The End is really good at making sure that wall stays built, so I guess The End isn’t all bad.
The End is mean sometimes, and sometimes his words make me cry, but never where somebody else could see or hear.
The End is mean, but he’s honest.
The End goes away around friends, and he’s the first one to greet me when they leave.
Sometimes The End goes away when I’m on the computer as well, so that’s where most of my time goes.
Sometimes I worry I won’t go anywhere in life like that but I’d rather try to keep The End away, and sometime The End tells me he’ll catch up to me before I get the chance so I’m not too worried about it.
I met someone I really liked once.
The End didn’t care for them at all
In a moment of weakness I tried to explain what I was running from.
I was pretty surprised when they told me that not only did they understand but they had ran from The End before as well.
That night The End was quick to remind me that he’s only ever chased me and they were just pretending to try and cheer me up
The next morning they asked me how I was.
I need help
I told them I was alright
They said that was good, and told me they would be there If I ever needed to to talk.
As always The End was right
I haven’t talked to them since.
I hadn’t seen The End in a couple days.
I should check in the mirror. He’s always there after all.
Maybe he’s gone?
I look in the mirror to see if The End is still there.
Sure enough he is.
He’s always there.
I stare at The End
My reflection stares back.
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