Tags : depression

Time Travel

Time Travel

A Poem by That1Nerd23


This is for everyone of my friends on here and from Mibba & Imesh back in the day.
The Spider the Snake and the Crow

The Spider the Snake and the Crow

A Poem by Lucia


A spider ebbes back and forth against her web so as to mimic the reverberating tension of those once ensnared. She cannot handle the loneliness of it...
ESPINAS

ESPINAS

A Poem by Ms. Twitch


Vines twisting themselves around me;soft, sticky touch with thorns piercing deepletting drops of life drip into the soil.Flowers bloom as it seeps int..
Our Loss, Her Freedom

Our Loss, Her Freedom

A Poem by redalia


from their perspective
"I don't know"

"I don't know"

A Story by Franklin Fantauzzi


One of the many battles I face with myself.
Void

Void

A Story by Eavee mason


One person perspective to there chilling thoughts and depression
Depression: an acrostic

Depression: an acrostic

A Poem by Ashes


Deep in your soul is this ache thatEncompasses your entire being; aPain that takes control. ItReaches out and covers like a blanket,Enveloping you in ..
Chapter 1: On hotels and high-pitched voices

Chapter 1: On hotels and high-pitched voices

A Chapter by Debbie Clarke


*Two years earlier* I took a deep breath and tried to ease the nerves in my stomach. Come on, Jemima. You can do this. Or at least that's what I tr..
Finite Games

Finite Games

A Poem by K.L.Jax


A paradigm shift.
What Did You Expect?

What Did You Expect?

A Poem by Molly K


Is this what you expected? Did you think you’d find? A pretty, blonde girl With her head in a toilet Throwing up slices of a..
Anxiety attack

Anxiety attack

A Poem by Lizzie06


Short about anxiety
Gray

Gray

A Poem by Bee


Just some afternoon anhedonia.
Dark days

Dark days

A Poem by Stasha Wali


Dark days are still upon me Even with everything going onIt just feels like these dark days are so wrongWrong time, wrong place, wrong body, wrong fac..
The Things That Hurt

The Things That Hurt

A Story by Dominik D. Ravens


I wrote this late at night and within the span of maybe less than an hour so I tweaked it so it isn't a huge mess.
Blank

Blank

A Poem by Bee


What would you call a perpetual state of blanking out? Because that's sort of what this is about.