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You cannot heal me for I am not a broken soul. My spirit carries heavy burdens but my colours never dull. Pointed torches in my face this light, it hurts my eyes. I was led alone, I sobbed thinking no one heard my cries. I smile in the face of the enemy and laugh in the face of a friend. It is not that I am lying but that I must pretend.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
// These pills don't work //
To eat or not to eat? To disappear into nothingness or to grow and blossom? To live or to die? To diet to live? To live to diet? To fail or to succeed? To be strong or to be weak? To drown or to float? To be who I am or to be who I wish I were? To accept imperfection or to strive for perfection? To be happy and content or to be sad and eternally unsatisfied? To eat or not to eat?
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
To eat or not to eat?
I find myself Paranoid and uncertain I fear that indulging in it Would justify it being taken away from me Like currency, I have to work for it Constantly, to maintain it Like a luxury, I am not use to it I have learned to not be dependent To not make others My reasons for happinesss Maybe, it wasn't meant for me Or else, why would it leave? To prove every flaw in my hopes The unfamiliarity causes my body stress I am use to the chaos of the waves The stillness of land Causes me more sickness Abnormality is my sane So it feels unsettling to rest Like a child being held for the first time After being separated for so long You cannot simply expect Them to feel safe When all they ever felt Was the absence of it
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
Island of Happiness
The definition of suicide is: the intentional taking of one's own life; However, what the dictionary doesn’t mention is that suicide doesn’t just steal your life, it steals from the lives of everyone around you; That space where you fit, it’s empty forever. People can’t replace the part of their life that contained you, they can’t erase the memories you helped them make; So when you **** yourself, just know that you’re also slowly killing everyone that loved you too; The definition of suicide is: the intentional taking of one's own life; Please don’t let that word, be the last verb, that describes you;
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Suicide;
I hold the blade in my hand Like others their lucky charm Tight and safe Not to cut, but to relax My brain doesn’t do what it should be Thinking about harming myself For me, this thought is like rest Just a piece of metal Nothing more A few lines Red and ****** Beautiful in a way death would like it Not for the eyes of those who can’t relate But for me, every scar is a piece of art A picture of all the demons inside me The space I give them My parents call them ugly They don’t seem to get what I see They don’t see it’s the way my darkness Gets expressed through this I want more I want to relapse I kinda hate when they fade I am proud of them But still, I don’t want anyone to see But cutting is what makes me feel like I am real My drug, my nightmare I’m addicted to the way my blood stains I keep the tissues in a box Like little treasures I adore
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May 28
May 28, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC
Addict to the red Relief