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ScarsA Poem by LCSDCAI wrote this poem for my friend who's battling severe depression. i hope it helped her and maybe this will help others too. |
Life of Bibles and Loaded GunsA Poem by Josh AndersonAll these lessons keep screaming out to meIn arrogance or denial, I'm just not listeningNot for lack of tryingI just can't stop my heart from beatingT.. |
scars scabs and gapsA Story by cellardorka memoir of my childhood. |
Broken Heart StringsA Poem by Sindua painful and sad memory.. |
Mister BrightsideA Poem by Josh AndersonWhat can I say about my lifeHow can I keep looking on the brightsideOf the darkness in my veinsThe promise in my painsBlast my dreams into eternityMy .. |
A Freed Tortured SoulA Poem by SinduSome change for better but missed by others.. |
A Million and OneA Poem by Jordan VarnerThis poem is a description on how society acts toward those who self harm. I believe that everybody who self harms/is depressed/has suicidal thoughts .. |
Untitled IIA Poem by Hilario AlvesI sit back and wonderIs it a spell that I'm underOr is it simple illusions and confusions that my brain conveys with no exclusionThe way you make me f.. |
Scars of betrayalA Poem by SinduInky thickets conquerthe morbid day, an end;grant the privacyhides my obscene state.All those times, I stayedby their side, ignoringthe instinct to sl.. |
MarksA Poem by Bee C.Some people are like footprints on the moon. They leave tracks that will never fade. |
To Those Who Keep Up a GuiseA Poem by AlecEvery day I awaken and go on with my life.I carry it freely, free from most strife.I get up, I get dressed, I enact my plan,I come home, I undress, an.. |
The Scars of This RealityA Story by TheSecretAuthorCold.It’s seeping in, freezing me to the bone. There’s no light, everything is dark. It’s 4 am, and I’m sitting here, on this .. |
The Use Of Duct-tapeA Poem by xFlightlessBirdMany of the things we say are bound to catch up with us. Choose your words wisely. |
Untitled- for nowA Poem by SophlesYour whispers and secrets Are louder than shouts, I'm sending in spies And they're giving me doubts My eyes sting, My ears ring, My throats.. |
Hand of Precious EntityA Poem by Janine BoiselleA first attempt sestina I wrote back in the day of angst. |
The BirdA Story by tbone78flagThe symbol for humanity is only free for them. If they can learn to care she may also, perhaps, be free. |