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The pain of loneliness when you're surrounded by a multitude; It stings really deep. When it comes to pouring out your heart, strangers are the best people to talk to. Zero judgment, all ears. This is a beautiful place to find such "strangers" because people are open minded. Whatever you're feeling, you're never alone. Talk to someone.
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Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
You're not alone
A Lonesome Cry fill the night, A lone girl sat alone filled with nothing but fright, Her mind running from a monster only she could know, No matter how fast she ran she felt so slow. This thing that never Slept, This thing that never Eats, It haunts her during the day, She's tried everything to make it go away. Nothing slows this Creature down, Dragging her into the dark where she feels like she's going to drown. This being she knows all too well, Ever since that day...ever since she fell. This miserable thing that fills her with Self Loathing, and Hate, She can do nothing against - nothing but wait. It's name is known to many as an illness, But the name it's called wasn't born from silliness... After all: Depression is no joke
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
Lone Cry
And I know the world will be a much more beautiful place when all the cosmonauts come together and send a single transmission to everyone here: "You're not alone".
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
A message
how many times has someone told you to turn that frown ¿uʍop ǝpᴉsdn one too many? uʍoɹɟ ʇɐɥʇ uɹnʇ (: uʍop ǝpᴉsdn if you haven't been told enough today.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC
a message to your frown
There are times when I don’t feel enough for this world. There are times when I feel at my lowest and it’s something... I really can’t control, and people will ask what’s wrong. I simply don’t know and I wish I could control this emptiness I feel within me. The loneliness washes over me and I feel depressed. Empty. But the times I feel like I’m on top of the world and you can see my contagious smile and you can feel my great energy ... are my favorite days. Those are the days I’m so happy to feel alive. And how I wish that feeling could last forever. I wish I could feel this chemical high for the rest of my life.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Chemical high
anxiety depression anxiety depression the only things that never leave your side the ones that are always there for you distracting you from the world as your life passes you by constantly reminding you that you don't need anyone else so why would that be a question "hey it's us again! the ones that assure commitment, anxiety and depression" you cling to their words as they've lived up to their promises of never leaving you alone "never question our loyalty we'll always be here! you're wanted, we want you! and that will never be unknown!" "we're not sure why you don't want us around you're always saying you want someone to come in your life and stay a while we thought coming around when you felt lonely would at least make you smile!" I was never scared of the dark until I met anxiety and depression they lurk in the nights and watch me sleep and then yell "WAKE UP" to let me know that self guilt and sadness is still in my possession it's time to go out and find the cure for this stupid disease the only things that will make them go away, self love & inner peace it will be a long time before i find it but i know who will push me in the right direction my old friends who said they'd stay by my side! Remember them? Anxiety & Depression.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
Anxiety & Depression
We’re a galaxy Filled with stars A real life fantasy That’s what we are Cosmos, planets, shooting stars A beautiful world made just for us Look deep within and you will see There’s so much more in you and me I’m your midnight and you’re my aurora I’m the sea and you’re my coral We’ll sail across the galaxy And I’ll pick out the stars just for you We’ll colour out the sunset Make it a lovely pink hue I’ll write your name in the sky And we’ll bid the end goodbye. Maybe together, we’ll finally have forever
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
Galaxy
Dear Depression, I see you. We all see you. You're not very avoidable. Those slivers of light you try to enamor us with. How death seems so delicate when we talk of flowers and restful slumber- for all eternity. What the lights do not show; a grotesque, scaled abomination with a gluttonous appetite for happiness and life. I can't let you gnaw on anymore souls to leave nothing, but sunken eyes and bones. They do not belong to you nor were they yours to take. You're not welcome in the mind's of my friend's and family. Life is welcome in their heart's where joy can still be found. Don't find yourself slithering down our throat's anymore, in the empty stomachs or scars we have. The thoughts we think when you entice us are dangerous. You stole her. You stole him. You stole me. I can't recognize the stoic, numbed faces I gaze upon. You undo any progress ever done. It's been so long since, I've heard them laugh or flashed a smile I meant. Still, your might looms over as you admire the damage you've caused. Next, feeling the audacity to sneer when we weep. Depression, you're a monster who causes nothing, but suffering. Those tears are not your's to season hopelessness with. You make the covers seem like the most comfortable coffin, you make our skin look as if we've fought thousands of wars. The sun an inconvenience with the days in reverse. We've tried to compromise, you are no friend. Just a foe. Depression, there are so many things I want to do to you. You break my heart when all your captors don't believe they are worthy of love, but they are the ones I love most. I will break you like, you've broken us. My bare hands would reach into your chest, ripping the lungs out; stomp on them to preventing future sufferers. I would crush your heart in the palms of my hand's- praying for the sickness and terror to end. These innocent people you've robbed of life, love, happiness, opportunity and a soul. Will have their revenge. Your blood covers our skin and we bathe in the warmth of redemption as our thought's belong to us once more. We let the pain held inside escape our sutured lips, begging your soul to ascend back into the abyss never to return. Your bones are mine to assemble a castle for the broken to heal. Your skull resembles a crown honoring those who had given into the temptations of surrendering. We honor them.
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
Dear Depression
Dear Depression, I see you. We all see you. You're not very avoidable. Those slivers of light you try to enamor us with. How death seems so delicate when we talk of flowers and restful slumber- for all eternity. What the lights do not show; a grotesque, scaled abomination with a gluttonous appetite for happiness and life. I can't let you gnaw on anymore souls to leave nothing, but sunken eyes and bones. They do not belong to you nor were they yours to take. You're not welcome in the mind's of my friend's and family. Life is welcome in their heart's where joy can still be found. Don't find yourself slithering down our throat's anymore, in the empty stomachs or scars we have. The thoughts we think when you entice us are dangerous. You stole her. You stole him. You stole me. I can't recognize the stoic, numbed faces I gaze upon. You undo any progress ever done. It's been so long since, I've heard them laugh or flashed a smile I meant. Still, your might looms over as you admire the damage you've caused. Next, feeling the audacity to sneer when we weep. Depression, you're a monster who causes nothing, but suffering. Those tears are not your's to season hopelessness with. You make the covers seem like the most comfortable coffin, you make our skin look as if we've fought thousands of wars. The sun an inconvenience with the days in reverse. We've tried to compromise, you are no friend. Just a foe. Depression, there are so many things I want to do to you. You break my heart when all your captors don't believe they are worthy of love, but they are the ones I love most. I will break you like, you've broken us. My bare hands would reach into your chest, ripping the lungs out; stomp on them to preventing future sufferers. I would crush your heart in the palms of my hand's- praying for the sickness and terror to end. These innocent people you've robbed of life, love, happiness, opportunity and a soul. Will have their revenge. Your blood covers our skin and we bathe in the warmth of redemption as our thought's belong to us once more. We let the pain held inside escape our sutured lips, begging your soul to ascend back into the abyss never to return. Your bones are mine to assemble a castle for the broken to heal. Your skull resembles a crown honoring those who had given into the temptations of surrendering. We honor them.
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She once was a great Oak tree but She has been cut down with every lie You're not smart enough, you're not pretty enough. She has been cut down. One branch, two branches, a slap in the face another branch splinters another branch breaks. You're to small now, like a sapling you are not strong. Leaves begin to turn, her spirit withers like leaves in the winter. Fists swinging as if they are axes cutting deep blood flowing like molasses. She has been cut down Down to a stump with nothing left, but the scars that bear her story and hide her broken heart. She has been cut down.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
Cut down
Swirls of hazardous acid Poured as he ran by drenched in tears Everyday was someplace complicated He was an outcast, forced to be here But he stood out like a king in a spotlight Everyone was blinded by his beautiful light Just no one knew... But I saw you standing there So I walked up and now I get their ignorance How're they to understand beauty that's hidden by skin?
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
The Boy Who Had Love In His Veins
For the person who hurt me deeply. Who is hurting deeply. I forgive you. I'm here. I'll always be here. The hurt you've caused is buried deep, I suffer the consequences of your actions, they fester and steep. Yet I realized something yesterday. I hurt. You hurt. I have lost you, not by choice. But you are my best friend, I still need to hear your voice. I'm losing not just the future I saw, but my best friend. Why would I choose to lose both parts? I cannot overcome this loss, this death of both love and friendship. Sometimes you are so quiet, I forget your thoughts are loud, I forget you are suffering because you hide it so well, I know of this you are incredibly proud. But even the strong do not always prevail alone. I'm willing to put my feelings aside for the chance to hold my best friend close. It will burn me, but one day it will scar. Friends hurt together. So hurt with me. So please, just know I'm here. You always have a place where you are welcome, where someone cares, where you can feel safe. And safely feel. No questions. Less trust, more history, but never less love. You are not alone. I will never let you suffer through this painful part of life on your own. -Love, untitled
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
Love, Untitled 1/9/16
I'm here for all of you people that are feeling just as tired and exhausted from the saddening madness that I am always getting slapped in the face with. I am here for you.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
I'm here