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#mentalheath
I woke up one day And my arms disappeared I could still feel them But no one asked, “Where are your arms?” The next day My legs disappeared I could still carry myself But no one asked, “Where are your legs?” Then my torso Then my head I could still feel myself there But no one asked Because by then No one could see me at all.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:08 PM UTC
No one asked, I was already gone..
I’m decaying I’m rotting I’m trapped In a cage In my own head My thoughts consuming me Eating me alive I’m covered in bugs That eat my flesh And my brain The walls grow mold Around every memory Spreading through the corners I tried to keep clean I can feel myself fading Like old flowers Forgotten in a room No one opens anymore Everything inside me Feels left behind Like fruit left out too long Like a house abandoned Slowly collecting dust I think I’ve been rotting For longer than I noticed Because things don’t fall apart All at once Sometimes they disappear Piece by piece Quietly Until one day You look in the mirror And wonder When the colors left.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
Decay
Come now, come and see; she's the one you've been looking for! She feels it all: the fear, the weight, the love, the pressure. She radiates beyond that of, any one person can take hold. The resentment, the tears, the gut wrenching. They BEG to see more. Unfiltered, de-masked, but she must stay in her box! Feel less. Why don't you have anything left to give? Are you not satisfied with this attention? Selfish. Can't you breathe with your wings folded tight? Look at her- Look! Isn't it marvelous when contained? Let me lean on her. She shines so bright in the most absurd of circumstances. You MUST perform for the masses! See! Don't you see? Incredible- to see how it pours out of it's everything for you. Can't you love her yet? Is she still not enough?
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
A rusty crate, tired
Black sadness in my life, Questions creeping. I strangle goodness. Save me from loss, I want consciousness. A mask so heavy Only a fire can destroy it. But like scars it stays Tightening my chest, lungs, heart Leaving me gasping For bitter air. Voices quiet, Comfort encaged, Happiness gone. Make it go away.
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
Give me back my life
They babble In phrases I don't understand Here I sit like a clown again.
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Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
Again
Choose peace choose forget Life full of vicissitudes Ephemeral being life at the same Numerous changes on the way Ignore the negativity ignore the pain Choose peace choose forget Choose to be free Come out from the past Never think about it , ended overthinking you Never argue with them,wipe out the grudge Let it be over ,leave for peace Choose peace choose forget
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
CHOOSE
The spectres of the past  That haunt me  Causing me extreme pain that  I feel I can not handle  At the moment  But I know I  Will oust these ghosts From my life Not the other way around
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Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
Spectres from the past
As I walk around  I see that there in  A crack of cement  Is a plant growing As I find that the plant is struggling  I water it And help it grow  Soon there are buds on the plant A flower It’s a poppy Doing the impossible
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Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 6:56 PM UTC
Poppies
Yes I am goth That doesn't makes me The big-bad wolf I am just trying To live like everyone Else Despite my scary Clothing and make-up It's just that clothing And makeup as well Music ; it does not Have baring On how I act
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Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
Goth
In times long past, the builder made a forest temple in the shade of tall oaks, maples, locusts fair, each carved stone an unspoken prayer. There amongst the autumn whispertrees, I open the old temple gate with ease and hear the trees sing psalms of solace, to partake in this painted place’s promise. To tarry here with trees well dressed is where I my newfound faith confess, communing with colors in tailored hues and with the sacred scent of life imbued.
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 8:54 AM UTC
The trees’ temple
Why am I tired all the time? The fact is I am not. I only sleep all the time to escape. Escape the world, to escape the truth. The truth that I'm slowly rotting away and on one seems to care. The truth is I am in constant never ending pain.the truth that I am weak and shy. The truth that no one wants me. The truth that I am nothing but a waste of space. The truth that no matter how hard I try I will never be good enough. I will never be someone's first choice or even their second. I will never compare to any of the girls my age.the truth that I have to bury how I don't upset those around me. But when I close my eyes I am transformed into a new world. A world where I am the main character. Where I am beautiful and everyone loves me. Where I am strong and powerful; where people fear me. Where I soar above thing that once weighted me down like boulders. I am happy and the pain that consumes me disappeared. where I no longer want to my suffering. Where I am at peace ad everything is quiet for once. But I always open my eyes and I am reminded that none of it is real. And I will always be a shattered pain of glass that can never be fixed. So I'm not tired; sleeping is just my only escape. Sleeping is my drug that I will aduse hoping it kills me.
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
Sleep
I want to say thank you now for every poet here who dares to use their voice in prose to face their deepest inner fear that we alone are not enough when that is just a bald faced lie cuz we were born just perfectly the truth and we will be more so when eventually we die we just forget this incoveinent truth because they clipped our wings to stop our fly embedded in deep messages and told to us as wicked lie and when I think about this now it really makes me shrug & sigh and every now and then ya know it overwhelms and then my spirit has enough to  cry **** deeper sigh.... I believe, we hear a voice of broken generations we hear deep within our mind and that voice it could be one or many and man that thing can be so ******* mean unkind but we can unlearn deprogram change and what you think inside we'll find? EVERYTHING. Ma Cherie © June 2018
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Namaste