#rsd - Hello Poetry

"you’re my second favorite," they said, and i smiled, like it didn’t carve a jagged truth into my chest. i am the runner-up, the consolation prize, the one you call when no one else picks up. there is no space in this world for someone like me— almost enough, but never. quite. they say it doesn’t matter, but why does it feel like i’m disappearing?

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Jan 28, 2025

Jan 28, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC

MundaneMaxx13

second, always

"you’re my second favorite," they said, and i smiled, like it didn’t carve a jagged truth into my chest. i am the runner-up, the consolation prize, the one you call when no one else picks up. there is no space in this world for someone like me— almost enough, but never. quite. they say it doesn’t matter, but why does it feel like i’m disappearing?

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suicide I've thought about it. we all have in different ways some of us wonder why some of us wonder if we should some of us attempt and some of us do suicide am I really the selfish one? I just want this ******* pain and loneliness to end? maybe you're selfish because you want me to go on so YOU don't have to feel the pain suicide how often do you call your friends and loved ones? do they call you? you can have friends and feel alone if you're the one who's always reaching out. maybe they'd call if they really knew. maybe they'd ignore you cause your sadness makes them uncomfortable. suicide it sure can look tempting when you feel all alone, unwanted undesireable like you don't belong and never will suicide maybe if we reached out more, tried to understand instead of shaming, ignoring or invalidating pain and struggles maybe we could prevent suicide

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Jul 5, 2023

Jul 5, 2023 at 9:00 PM UTC

SomeOneElse

Suicide

suicide I've thought about it. we all have in different ways some of us wonder why some of us wonder if we should some of us attempt and some of us do suicide am I really the selfish one? I just want this ******* pain and loneliness to end? maybe you're selfish because you want me to go on so YOU don't have to feel the pain suicide how often do you call your friends and loved ones? do they call you? you can have friends and feel alone if you're the one who's always reaching out. maybe they'd call if they really knew. maybe they'd ignore you cause your sadness makes them uncomfortable. suicide it sure can look tempting when you feel all alone, unwanted undesireable like you don't belong and never will suicide maybe if we reached out more, tried to understand instead of shaming, ignoring or invalidating pain and struggles maybe we could prevent suicide

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Adrift I float in an uncaring ocean left, abandoned all ties severed solitude and emptiness unwanted, unneeded all traces of me washed away with the tide forgotten, alone

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Aug 30, 2021

Aug 30, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC

Trevor_Dowe

Haiku Triptych on Isolation

Adrift I float in an uncaring ocean left, abandoned all ties severed solitude and emptiness unwanted, unneeded all traces of me washed away with the tide forgotten, alone

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i once took shame in this struggle. closed blinds, empty body 'nobody needs to know' believing myself to be a burden, i buried myself. i spent years decomposing, cold and unrecognizable. a fossil of my former self. but now i hold the shovel and free myself from this earthen cage. i am beginning to understand that there is beauty in asking for help, and i have planted the seeds of self love. watch as they grow roots and blossom -here's to a fresh start

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Feb 2, 2021

Feb 2, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC

hymntothenight

Untitled

i once took shame in this struggle. closed blinds, empty body 'nobody needs to know' believing myself to be a burden, i buried myself. i spent years decomposing, cold and unrecognizable. a fossil of my former self. but now i hold the shovel and free myself from this earthen cage. i am beginning to understand that there is beauty in asking for help, and i have planted the seeds of self love. watch as they grow roots and blossom -here's to a fresh start

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i feel it hit me again as if ive swallowed mercury as if there are bees dying in my lungs as if suddenly nothing has ever been right with this god awful world and i cant ******* stand to sit in the same room any more. im so sick of this im so sick of this im so sick of this ill destroy my hearing for the next few hours or however long it takes for the music to overtake the intensity of emotion im feeling. i cant describe it i dont want to see or hear or think i need a filter in my brain to catch all the ******* thats cluttering up my mind i cant think straight for now at least the music can brush up all the crap i need to rest i need it to be quiet seemingly i can only find silence in noise loud enough to drown out everything else. i cant even hear the music its just... quiet

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC

Evie_Richards

RSD

i feel it hit me again as if ive swallowed mercury as if there are bees dying in my lungs as if suddenly nothing has ever been right with this god awful world and i cant ******* stand to sit in the same room any more. im so sick of this im so sick of this im so sick of this ill destroy my hearing for the next few hours or however long it takes for the music to overtake the intensity of emotion im feeling. i cant describe it i dont want to see or hear or think i need a filter in my brain to catch all the ******* thats cluttering up my mind i cant think straight for now at least the music can brush up all the crap i need to rest i need it to be quiet seemingly i can only find silence in noise loud enough to drown out everything else. i cant even hear the music its just... quiet

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She screamed her lover's name begging Him to set her free, Oh and Jesus took her home when He heard her call. Smoke and fire and ash and tears they disappeared for Joan. The fire raged to find another living home. It found it's home inside of me Oh but the flames have learned to not be seen And I call His name to rescue me but He doesn't hear me. What if I 'd had a vision Led an army off to war Would you list to my cries then Would you settle up the score? See I'm just woman Nothing beautiful to see Jesus tell me what the difference is between Joan of Arc and me.

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Mar 22, 2015

Mar 22, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC

sharon-giesbrecht

What the difference is between Joan of Arc and me.

She screamed her lover's name begging Him to set her free, Oh and Jesus took her home when He heard her call. Smoke and fire and ash and tears they disappeared for Joan. The fire raged to find another living home. It found it's home inside of me Oh but the flames have learned to not be seen And I call His name to rescue me but He doesn't hear me. What if I 'd had a vision Led an army off to war Would you list to my cries then Would you settle up the score? See I'm just woman Nothing beautiful to see Jesus tell me what the difference is between Joan of Arc and me.

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