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Dhaara T Apr 2017
You have spoken
Too many times
Only to shut them up
Each time, a little more
"It's your fault"
"Grow up, get stronger"
"Cut the drama"
"You attention-seeker"
Do you think, you're helping?
"I'm saying this, because I care"
One can see that you do, oh just how much you do
"Oh c'mon, it can't be all that bad!"
"I got out of it, so can you"
"You're NOT depressed, just sad"
"You're in depression"
"You need help"
"Go to a counselor"
"Get yourself checked"
"Learn to control your mind"
"Hush, don't talk about it. People will judge you."
"Sorry, you cannot get the job. Why don't you come back once you're in a better state?"
Help isn't help when the intention shows through
Which is clearly not to help
If you really care
If you're really human enough
Here's how to help
EMPOWER
Be humble
Reach out, but subtly
Do not victimize
Or tag a victim
Just be a friend
You'll help, their misery will end
Maybe not immediately
Hopefully, eventually
"You good?"
"I'm here if you need me"
"You're beautiful"
"I just want you to know, I care about you"
"Thank you"
"Sorry"
"I respect you"
"You'll find your way back, I have faith in you"
"You can do this, deep down, you know it too"
"You're awesome"
Smile
Laugh
Treat them like they're normal
Because they are
Just be sensitive...at least a bit
Because they're hurting
But fine, they'll be fine
They'll be more
You'll see
And smile when you do!
Depression is a topic close to my heart. A lot of people have been hit by it, some fought and are out, some still struggling. Some, unfortunately, succumbed. It isn't easy. The toughest thing is that people don't know how to interact with those who are battling. Everywhere, the victim is lectured, while the lecturer is often no different from the victimizer.

Here's an article I wrote about how not to talk to someone who's going through depression, out of my own research, interacting closely with victims and helping some out of it, and also out of having been a victim myself, in the past - http://www.filtercopy.com/posts/9-things-you-never-say-to-a-person-battling-depression
maxime Mar 2017
Do you like your world of fantasy?
Where you live in twisted lies?
Your words are woven a shield of art,
behind which, you believe you'll never die.

You cry for help behind your brambles,
where thorns ***** and wolves cry.
Do you realize you tended to them yourself, dear?
You sentenced yourself to die.
M Harris Mar 2017
This Is The Story Of Her, New-Fangled Eyes,
Filling Up In Valiant High,
A Sacramental Anticipation,
Victim Of Her Addiction,

Specter Amour Ensemble,
She Kisses So Gentle,

A New Found Glory,
Like What’s The Morning Story?
An Ark Of Optimism,
An Immortal Prism,

A Scope Of Life,
Enslaved To Her Emphatic Hive,
Imbibed Inside Her Metamorphosing Dive,
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless High,
Twinkling Fireworks Into The Duskiest Night,
Like The Sprightliest Light,
Painting Me In All Her Colors Of Life,

A Gorgeous Cognizance Blossoming Transcendence Of 90’s Summer,
As She Discos Like A Junior In Spring Summer,
Myriad Instants Of Her Untamable Beliefs
Driving Me In Her Upbeat Beats,
Infinitely Running On Repeat,
Scorching With Her Heartbeat,

An Amour So Sanctified,
Thrills Out All The Unrefined,
Cause To Major Redesign

A Cryptic Princess From Tomorrow Land,
Glued To Her Hand In Hand,

A Wish Of Hazel Eyes,
Relentlessly Every Night,
Cranberry Delights,
Mystical Highlights,

Etched With Infinite Scars Of Her Amours
Into Transcendent Clusters Of Her Own,
Engulfed In Her Moans In Rome,

Surrendered To Her Cryptic Heart,
She’s A Symphony To Mozart,

All She Gives Are Premature Ventricular Constrictions Every Infinite,
Till The Rest Of Her Lives*

- 04:21AM
M Harris Mar 2017
Stuck Between Her Echoes & Voices,
Drowning In His Drug Induced Choices,

Illuminating The Beacons Of His Desolation,
By Augmenting His Cerebral Evolutions,

Reflexes Cracking Her Color Morale,
Initiating A Hearty Battle Royale,

Stuck Between His Sense & Sanity,
She Kept Searching For His Firmament Of Destiny,

Detainee Of His Manic Subversion,
She’s A Victim Of A One Sided Version,

She Feels Pseudo Experimental,
Victim To His Desecrated Addiction Accidental,

His Cataclysmic Urges,
Triggering Her Into Persistent Anxiety Surges,

Claustrophobic Under Hypnosis,
He Insurrected Catastrophic Psychosis,

She’s Dressed In His Intoxicated Restrains,
Wishing She Could Aid Him Refrain.
An Unrequited Dreamt Scarred Stain,
Unattainable Myth Under Heavy Rain,

Looking In His Chemical Eyes,
She Desires Consequences Without Lies,

Still Sealed Up In His Dreams,
Hopes To An Another Realm.
I freeze
My smile says, you got me again but inside, your words have gutted me,
Like walking into a room full of Simon Cowells,
And losing my voice
Yes, in fact
You took my voice from me
This game we play where we both bear our fangs for alpha-female in our sick, twisted trio
But the difference is this
I do not make the haughty stabs that you inflict upon others
Flicking your tongue like a silver blade, and I, your waiting victim,
Am here, readily awaiting your torture because I don't know how to make other friends
So I let the violence continue
Maybe my ex was right about you
Maybe you're the reason why if it weren't for my hemophobia, my wrists I would slice,
But pills suffice
My smile says, you got me again.

-E (c) 2017
Why can't you just be normal?
That doesn't make any sense.
You can't be serious. Your life really isn't that bad.
Okay, well what would you like me to do?
You don't need medication, the doctors are just trying to push it on you to make money.
Okay, well then I'll get counseling.
That costs money too, how are you going to pay for it?
They have free stuff at the college-
Only poor people go there, they won't actually care about talking to you.
Okay.

Why are you mad?
Why are you crying?
Why are you ruining dinner?
What the ****, Ella?
You're not your mom, Ella.
You're so ******* stupid, do you know that?
Huh, do you?
They're just trying to use you.

You're paying, and I'm taking you home.
You're ******* crazy, you know that?*

-E (c) 2017
I shouldn't have told him about my doctor's appointment in a public place. Or am I victim blaming?
elizabeth Feb 2017
I'm young.
I'm scarred.
I'm traumatized.
So why do I want *that?
February 25, 2017.
I'm a victim. I'm scarred. I can't even have other people mention it (sleeping with someone, being intimate in any way, etc.) without having painful flashbacks and being ashamed. So why, in all of the things that I could have the desire for, do I have the desire for that? I mean, I know why. But I shouldn't feel this way. It shouldn't be happening. I'm so disappointed with myself and I'm so ashamed.
I am so used to pain.
So many of us are.
I am so used to people leaving me for being who I am.
I am so used to being abused and *****.
I am used to be taken advantage of.
I am so used to feeling alone.
I am so used to being stabbed in the back.
I am so used to being put down.
I am so used to being hurt by those I love.
To those who are used to pain you are not alone.
Melisa Bernards Feb 2017
Your claws are out you rip and tear
You beat me down till I'm not there
You slash and stab without a thought
You aim your words just like a shot
You spew out hate assigning blame
You live to threaten, blind, and maim.

You wont let me grow you won't let me live
Guilt and shame are all you give
You chain me down till I can't breathe
Knowing I'm too weak to leave
You've stripped me bare, removed my soul
Cut me open and swallowed me whole.

You insult with lies until I'm deaf
Steal my joy till I have none left
I've tried to scream, I've tried to hide
So many times I've wish I died
Death would be better than this hell I allow
If I wasn't a coward id be there right now.
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