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petrichor-moss-and-lightning · 6 months

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you think about killing yourself. you think about going to bed at a reasonable time. you do neither of these things.

instead, you resign yourself to staring at the cracks in the ceiling—tell yourself that tomorrow will fix it. that a mouth to the underside of your jaw will fix it. that ginger shots or yoga or taking three deep breaths or patching the goddamned cracks in the ceiling will fix it. you've been trying to fix it—this gasping, hollowing sensation in the gore of your chest—since you were fifteen and bitter and lurching into traffic / into lovers you couldn't love back / into any scrap of warmth that would have you.

you take three deep breaths. you watch the ceiling. you let time pass through you like a knife.

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soultayi · 2 months

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march.

i’m going to drink you in.

when it rains i will turn my face to the sky and let the water spray my skin. i will let you overflow in me. i will let you in. please march bear with me as i lick my wounds from february. please march, will you smile on me? dote on me? pick me out from the crowd of people and shine on me? will you love me? will you hold me as i cry and try as i might, burn with the desire to feel alive?

please march will you be kind to me?

#march!!#spring i can feel you i can feel you im holding on #holding on #mental health poems #poetry #not to me not if its you

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knockingfrominside · 1 year

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They are not responsible for healing me.

They are not responsible for my triggers, my bad days, my mood swings.

They are not responsible for putting me back together on the days I shatter.

#bpd #poetry #poets on tumblr #dpd #love #self love #writers #poems #severe depression #triggering words #mental health poems #mental health poetry #depression poems #bipolar disorder #ptsd #self hate #self aware

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resilient95 · 1 year

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Haven’t I grown too old? Too old to notice the little things? Too old to know how in my most miserable adolescence years that I’d probably feel the best I ever have? I miss the years of having nothing to lose. No choices, no options..just are you here, or are you out? I would’ve chosen out any day of the week..and sadly at 28, I can still say the same. Feels like getting older is just a place of acceptance. For some, that is being content..happy, for someone like me, it means riding all of the harsh waves till I hopefully drown someday. Depressing, but true. Some of us don’t get the happy ending we hope for I guess.

#rant #depression #mental health poems

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junflower123 · 1 year

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Moment of silence 5 seconds might as well be 5 minutes. Chest tightens. Breath shortens. I wonder if they notice They definitely notice

I’m making this even worse Chest tightens even more Not sure if I’m even breathing at this point

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nujmforspace · 2 months

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I look really fat in this sweater, I expand the more I exist. people stares inflating my body like a balloon floating begging not to be popped. Please I won’t take my sweater off, I’ll become skin and bones; she needs to eat

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#short poems #free form #poetry #feelings #self love poems #body poems #beauty poems #mental health poems

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delicacysblog · 1 month

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“what was the most pain you have ever felt”

healing from someone, i once thought i would heal with

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maybe-itsforthebest · 2 months

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- j (x)

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dearinnerthoughts · 6 months

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#spilled ink #quotes #quotation #life quote #beautiful quote #quoteoftheday #mental health #depressing quotes #poem #poems and poetry #tw depressing thoughts #kinda depressing #sorry for being depressing #depressing shit

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bebx · 6 months

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from me. to me and to you.

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adeadgirlspoetry · 2 months

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We’re only what we pretend we aren’t.

#poetry #beautiful quote #female poets #literature #poetsandwriters #writing #quotes #spilled words #spilled ink #sad poem #thoughts #mental health #me asf

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thetypewriterdaily · 3 months

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gentle reminder: it’s safe to let love in 💕❤️🚪💌

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#artist #poetry #words #spilled ink #journaling #art journal #journal #healing #art #poems #heartbreak #love #loving again #self love #self care #doodle #illustration #mental health #valentine’s week

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knockingfrominside · 1 year

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When my daddy wrapped his hands around my throat

I just stared at him in awe

Because how could the man who’s supposed to protect me from the monsters

Be the worst monster of them all

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dissociativecollective · 3 months

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Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what should have been, what will not be, what I cannot save.

#writing #spilled ink #creative writing #journal #mental health #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #poetry #prose #poem #dissociative identity disorder #actually did #did system #ptsd #grief #loss #anger #writers on tumblr

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junflower123 · 2 years

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You’re right!

I have changed

We both knew a different person all those years ago

I barely know her anymore

But, you still know her well

And you refuse to mourn her loss

As if mourning her would mean losing me!

I don’t understand how the hell you could miss her

You think she just died

But really, she has been long gone

But you never noticed…

You miss the girl that was broken

Weak, dependent on you

You needed a child so you could feel like a parent with some level of competency

A superiority complex feeding off my inferiority complex

You can’t swoop in and save someone who doesn’t exist anymore

But you made it your mission to find her again…

I’m not interested in bringing her back from the dead

Bringing us back from the dead

Our story was only a fairytale

Because you were the only one doing the writing

You never taught me how to write

Because you told me you could just do it for me

But you were scared

Of the power of my voice

I am loud.

You had to convince yourself you couldn’t hear me

So eventually, I would be quiet

And then, this could be based on a true story

You didn’t want what was best for me

You wanted what you thought was best for me

Was actually what you thought was best for you

And while I don’t know what’s actually best for you

I know holding onto who I was isn’t it

Please, mourn her.

Sometimes, I think I miss her too.

But, who I really think I miss is you

But, we have to finally lay her out rest

Lay this to rest

Lay us to rest.

You mourn her

While I mourn us

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poet4days · 1 month

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