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#deppresion
I remember One year ago When I looked at those pills And they looked back I remember When those tears fell down my face As they all fell down my throat I remember My parents asking "Why" I remember Throwing up my stomach I remember That I got "better" I remember In crystal clear detail One year ago
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
I remember
Dear deppresion I surrender I lost the battle Yes I watched that large white flag Go so high in the sky I will throw my sword Admit that I was always a bit bored I will take my armour off And I will falloff this horse I surrender You can take My heart My head My soul Just know That the true battle was not The cutting The crying The overdose It was knowing that the battle was lost before it even started.
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
White flag
Ah this familiar feeling is back No sleep insomnia is on the attack Laying 12 hours; eyes shut Praying for sleep But no luck Ive had all the prescriptions from the doc Yet im still awake around the clock I would do anything just to catch a wink Yet im still awake around the clock Just to think
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Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 11:01 PM UTC
Untitled
I am trapped in my body, watching the figure that patrols it around doing what she wants and saying what she will. My mind feels muddled as the words 'I do not care' pierces them. Is this who i am? I pull at the the bars that trap my mind around others, my anxiety skyrocketing. But the person in the cockpit simply replies to my worries and woes, "oh well, I'll worry about that sometime soon"
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Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:39 PM UTC
Hijacked
Every second your eyes meet my skin an inch melts off, melting until I am forced to turn away, so that my insides don't splatter on the marble floor. One day I shall stop turning away, let you melt me. For that at least will make your eyes stay for a second longer on what can only be described as a tragedy.
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Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:33 PM UTC
Sacrifice of skin
his words are bridges that leads you over the sea his words are fingers that whisper; come to me, come to me. but my bridges lead no one, arrive nowhere. lost at sea, and swallowed up by the breeze. my words mean nothing. How could they? when all that I am are as noticeable as stars during the day.
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC
his words
Serving time Doing lines Making prison bars Out of razor blades and credit cards The only clean thing bout me are my arms Cuz evreything i do harms Others or my self Yelling for help Where no one can see me Tappin out S.O.S's Who's gonna hear me Swingin back and forth teeter and totter Don't like myself Wish i were hotter Wanna be like thotties i mean hotties Rotting inside out with silicone gel Maybe then i'd love myself Don't even know what's real and what's fake Cuz the emotions i hate Don't even exist It's just some ******** i created for attention But what was the question? When will i write "i" in the uppercase
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
i
Pian Pian The scars on my  wrists are reminders. The fresh cuts sting and burn, The red of my blood brings me release of pain that I feel inside. The pain of the sharp and the sight of the blood, it reminds me that I’m alive. But now it just there, there is no pain just numb. Pain I’m not scared of death. No on the contrary I invite it with open arms. No I’m scared of living. The thought of life is what chills me to the bone. That feeling that I don’t live up to society's standards. That I’ll be treated diffrently if I don’t fit the description of a cis girl. Pain It comes in the form of a dress, of long hair, of makeup, of ******* It does not come in the form of a broken limb or a gun wound. It is not a physical pain. Though it can be more inhabilitating than a broken leg. You no longer have the strength or will to get out of bed. Or even live anymore. Pain It comes from those who do not understand It comes from words spoken about you but not to you. It comes from betrail of the highest form. That of a friend, of a lover, of family. They talk. Thats what gives you the power to take those pills. To bury the knife so deep in your wrist they can’t take it out. To put that rope necklace on and push away the only thing holding you up. Pain It is the friends you push away that can’t help you It’s the feeling of pure depression. It’s not a sickness that you can see. You don’t cough, you don’t have a sniffly nose, you aren’t pale, you don’t have a fever of 127. You are so tierd becuause if you sleep you dream but can’t call it dreaming. It’s only nighmares. Pain It’s not what you think it is. It’s like a friend who never leaves. Deppression lives with you and you can’t escape it. It slowly invades your sleep and every waking second. Pain For me my deppression is my body My skinny waist, big hips, and big ******* From my round face to my girly voice. My shortness and my slender hands and tiny feet. My deppression is my Dysphoria. She huants me when I look in the mirror. I see it in the faces of my friends. So I push them away. Pain It’s feeling so loney that it feels as tough you can’t go on any more It’s pushing away your friends when you need them the most becuse you don’t wan to hurt them if you do leave. And you consider making life better for everyone including yourself by ending it all. Those pills, that blade, the knife, or the necklace of rope makes you feel free. Pain No more PAIN No more PAIN NO MORE PAIN PAIN
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
Pian
Pian Pian The scars on my  wrists are reminders. The fresh cuts sting and burn, The red of my blood brings me release of pain that I feel inside. The pain of the sharp and the sight of the blood, it reminds me that I’m alive. But now it just there, there is no pain just numb. Pain I’m not scared of death. No on the contrary I invite it with open arms. No I’m scared of living. The thought of life is what chills me to the bone. That feeling that I don’t live up to society's standards. That I’ll be treated diffrently if I don’t fit the description of a cis girl. Pain It comes in the form of a dress, of long hair, of makeup, of ******* It does not come in the form of a broken limb or a gun wound. It is not a physical pain. Though it can be more inhabilitating than a broken leg. You no longer have the strength or will to get out of bed. Or even live anymore. Pain It comes from those who do not understand It comes from words spoken about you but not to you. It comes from betrail of the highest form. That of a friend, of a lover, of family. They talk. Thats what gives you the power to take those pills. To bury the knife so deep in your wrist they can’t take it out. To put that rope necklace on and push away the only thing holding you up. Pain It is the friends you push away that can’t help you It’s the feeling of pure depression. It’s not a sickness that you can see. You don’t cough, you don’t have a sniffly nose, you aren’t pale, you don’t have a fever of 127. You are so tierd becuause if you sleep you dream but can’t call it dreaming. It’s only nighmares. Pain It’s not what you think it is. It’s like a friend who never leaves. Deppression lives with you and you can’t escape it. It slowly invades your sleep and every waking second. Pain For me my deppression is my body My skinny waist, big hips, and big ******* From my round face to my girly voice. My shortness and my slender hands and tiny feet. My deppression is my Dysphoria. She huants me when I look in the mirror. I see it in the faces of my friends. So I push them away. Pain It’s feeling so loney that it feels as tough you can’t go on any more It’s pushing away your friends when you need them the most becuse you don’t wan to hurt them if you do leave. And you consider making life better for everyone including yourself by ending it all. Those pills, that blade, the knife, or the necklace of rope makes you feel free. Pain No more PAIN No more PAIN NO MORE PAIN PAIN
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Melting mechanically into nothingness, hiding behind my own imperfections. Fading inside, no one notices, no one notices. It's ok though I’ll be ok, I always make it through. Channelling pain to make my own pains disappear; looking down at my open palms wine red crescent moons passing across my vision. I look up; It's my secret. Closing my fist; exposing my broken nails. A way of coping? Or a way of avoiding? Having to scream having to cry. In my blurred vision, I look up, but there's no one nothing just white. There's no one, I need someone, there's no one. They say their there for me. They say their here. But when I say, they say I talk too much. When I don’t they ask what’s wrong. A continuous circle. Never ending? Or never beginning?
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
Mechanically
Everyone says you are supposed to love your scars They say it shows how strong you are But the funny thing is that when I look at them I see how long they have been there The sad thing is they have been there longer than anybody ever has
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
Scars
I sit in the rain just letting it pour down your face distinguishing between the tears and the rain would be impossible except for my mascara that runs down my face like a river the tears turns black and streams down my face crying about everything and anything I feel like I've fallen apart drowning in the rain drowning but with every breath I give to the world one is taken from me but I wipe my face I stand up and I go back inside back to my life
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
rain
Black shadows, Stifling frown, Crashing down, Hopscotch till dawn. Turn around, Shadows of the sea, All below; dark and deep, Never to be seen, Black bones of the knee, Turn around, Get up my friend, One step down, Two step up, Let's begin, The game of shadows. Turn around, Always a shadow, only you can see. Navya Saini
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Game of Shadows
Claustrophobic meetings of myself in the mirror. I'm shut in this refection, when I know this isn't me.. Pain attacks of a realization, I'm stuck in this obituary of looks.. I scream only seeing within..
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
Claustrophobic Reflections
I was little bit happy, Little bit sad, Cuz in the end, You will break my heart, Still it will be wonderful, Good times, bad times, You can never choose, In the end it doesn't matter, Nothing matters really, So take everything you got, Cuz nothin' better is coming, You will die like the rest of us, Resting in our coffins.
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Like it matters
Seven shots with ****** knuckles, four bottles of letting everyone down, Eight hits from a disappointing life. It only took me one trip to the rehab center called your touch. I used the medicine of your love to become sober. now I am dependent on you, I need you every day and do not feel the same without you. I have an itch when I'm away and a warmth when I'm close. I became addicted to your love. twelve tabs of compassion, three pints of self-worth, five pills of your warm embrace, And one injection of beautiful passion. I want you... I need you... I have you. I love you.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
Newly Sober.
It hides in the darkness And lurks in the shadows The sun can block it out But not keep it away in the night Sometimes the moon is my only solace But it leaves Then I'm left alone The demons whispering Become shouts It leaves me deaf And blinded The light stolen By the hateful thieves With that light Leaves My Hope But it lingers in my mind Even when it's pitch black Even when the shouts make me deaf I hear the words Hold On Possibilities Exist The little birdie My little angel My wonderful friend Is here They snuck in And were beside me They were with me Even through the worst When no one was here They still were They became my light Even now as I'm in the dark I know they are here And it gives me Hope
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Impossibilities
I don't know what I want in this world. I don't know what is worthwhile on this Earth that can make me smile. It keeps spinning And I keep turning over in my mind - Does mankind even know what it wants? Are we in love or just bored? Filling up time before we're buried, Chasing our tails and tales of how to live. Tired of this town - strive to leave before it gets you down. And when you leave you'll take the town with you and start again. So the Earth keeps spinning. And I stop smiling at what we think is worthwhile. Because I don't know, maybe, I don't want this world.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
Disenchantment With The Human Condition
People think I complain to much why do you think I'm more to myself ? Because I'm tired of having people saying don't worry about it don't stress out about it or you'll be okay every time I'm like.. be in my shoes for a week feel my struggle. But then I'll get the but I have it worse because this or someone could have it worse I'm not trying to make people feel sorry for me I want somebody to listen and give me motivation advice give me a spark to light my fire again.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
Stressed
Cement walls surround me. The silence tortures me. Crossed legged on the bed With my head down, Staring at a razor blade. Oh how it excites me to see, Blood dripping from an area where my watch should be. I am numb to physical pain. As i have had enough insanity. I know deep down, My heart screams for salvation. Yet a stronger part that shares it, Gives hell in ways unknown. It screams but no one is hearing it, Not even me. Familiar to the situation. Where I screamed and no one listened. Where I spoke and no one responded. Where I cared and no one seemed to appreciate. The impact was stronger than they thought. They say I'll be fine and Oh how I agreed. Then they left. Now I am left unloved. Forced to smile when I don't want to. Forced to cover up on sunny days where it's hot. Forced to cry and refuse to go Out. They don't love me. And I do not know how to love myself.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
Unloved
Am I loosing myself? Or did I years ago? Is that why I feel so empty inside?
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Am I loosing myself?
If blood was rubies and diamonds tears then I’d be rich If words were weapons then I’d be stabbed If thoughts were water then I’d be drowning If we were our own demons then I’d be the devil If misery was someone then I’d be its best friend If rope was a necklace then I'd always wear it If scars were bracelets then I’d wear many If sickness were bullets then I’d be shot dead If love was a video game then I’d be played the most If limbs were friends then I’d lost many If you were me then you’d know
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
If this were that then
My tears are like razor wire Upon my ****** skin They bleed my emotions " " " Feelings Abandonment Suffering In silence, my tears Scream down my face, In silence to others But every moment one falls Nails Scream Upon a Chalk Board, Deafening my senses, they Loosen from my face Falling like, Atomic Bombs Cleansing, Vaporizing, Emotions, On the ground below, My tears scream out in silence And I am the only one that can hear..
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
My Tears Scream Out In Silence
Roads,roads, I'm sick of roads, where they bring me God Knows, sometimes the road I take Snows, other times beauty Shows. Roads, roads, I'm sick of roads, why must life keep going, why must I keep choosing, I'm tired. Roads, roads, I'm sick of roads, splitting my brain in Two, confusing me until someone says my name and I say "Who?" Roads, roads, so many roads, but only one is Right, roads, roads, I'm sick of roads, I'm tired of the ongoing Fight. Is it so wrong to just want to be in the Light? Roads, roads, I'm sick of roads, slippery, bumpy and Tight. Roads, roads, I'm sick of roads, I want to see the Light!
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Roads...