#mentahealth
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.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
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?
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
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
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
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;
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
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
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC