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An Overthinker's StanzaA Poem by Annak05Current mood: when trapped in the maze-like prison of overthinking, the only way to break free is keeping busy. |
Reach OutA Poem by Cass AsheA word from the abyss of unreason,Chatter unexpectedly out of seasonThat permeates so clear and so needed,But has never wanted to be heeded.Reach outA.. |
One of a kindA Poem by Ghost47Life can be hard. In all the pressure and expectations of society, we tend to make up imaginary worlds to escape from out reality. But what happens wh.. |
The GirlA Poem by Mary Jo. ClareThis poem is about a severely depressed girl and a summary of a life she once lived. Please allow yourself to relate to this poem. Enjoy! |
Black TentaclesA Poem by Malu LailaBlack tentacles, wrap me from toe to head, strangling me silently, till my tears are red. |
The Overdue ReactionA Poem by AmayaThis is a poem about a young girl's reaction when she realizes she was sexually assaulted |
Heart-Shaped CakesA Story by May. Words.Short story, shedding light on mental health |
tickA Poem by cvthe constant ticking in my head is painful all i can think about is the tick tick tick echoing in my brain the sound bouncing off my skull it .. |
Getting OldA Book by MissMicklosJust some thoughts on my life and growing up |
Dead Before I DieA Poem by BrimAtMedp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvet.. |
I'm too gone to lead backA Poem by StayFrostyYou know in those stories where the protagonist is lost in a forest and there is no way out? They see the sun and run towards it happily to discov.. |
Bound To HellA Story by Raven StarhawkSteel cuffs bind wrists and ankles as swollen flesh ripple around their rusted teeth. Blindfolded and gagged, sunlight is known only by the warmth.. |
ChaosA Poem by AngelA poem about the struggle of depression on your bad days, when you feel like you're slipping back down that slippery slow you fought so hard to climb. |
CAVERNOUSA Poem by LostEmpty stomach Eating away Head full of rocks Weighted but floating I want to dissipate I want to be dust Twinkling and hanging Collecting in.. |
I Am MiseryA Story by Raven StarhawkI am not sure if the night will swallow me or if I will fall willingly into its embrace. I walk a fine line between nightmare and reality and so.. |