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I don’t belong.

by strawberrycrown
written by strawberrycrown

Spiritual health and wellbeing – relates to ideas, beliefs, values and ethics that arise in the mind and conscience of human beings. It includes concepts of hope, peace, a guiding sense of meaning or value and a reflection of a person’s place in the world eg. a sense of belonging.

I’m not spiritually healthy because I DON’T BELONG.

I don’t belong in this house. I don’t belong in this family. And most of all I don’t belong in this world. I don’t understand why I’m still here. I think my time was up a long time ago and I’m just sitting and waiting for that day to finally come. I can’t take it anymore and I’ve been living like this for too long. I’m not even living. I’m just alive. How bad I wish I wasn’t alive though…

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If I dare

by imserious
written by imserious

I’m not the one to stare

I know whats coming when I hurt

I see it inside the ones who care and are on alert

But I love the ones who have no care

 

If I try to break this cycle

will my heart and soul remain?

will I still suffer forever in vain?

or will my heart enter a new recital ?

 

If I conclude my life with  fresh air

if the bell strikes at once, who is left sincere?

if I  try it again will it become clear ?

or will the best moment be if I dare

 

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Actually, we are stronger than we think

by Itscolourlife
written by Itscolourlife

The meaning of you still here and breathing
Means you are stronger than you think

With all your problems
With all your mental disorder
With all the scar on your wrist or body
But you still breathing
Means you are stronger than you think

We are not weak
Maybe we cry more than people out there
We are not weak
Maybe we try to kill ourself hundred times more than people out there
We are not weak

And when all of this pass
You will believe that you never lose
Its just our way
Our different way
To win

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beauty, and death
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beauty, and death

by Ennui
written by Ennui

This is a historical photo of a woman who jumped to her death from a tall building onto the roof of a limousine.
It’s funny how everything about it is contrary to what one would expect –
it’s the scene of a suicide, and it’s beautiful.

She looks so elegant, grasping at her pearl necklace, and the limo roof looks voluptuous, like it’s billowing around her. One almost wouldn’t imagine she was just smashed to death on it.

Then there’s the morbid face of a man in the distance trying to catch a glimpse of her corpse, luxuriously sprawled on the gleaming death bed.
He is me, maybe you, anyone really; his is the face of the writhing masses.
He is still alive, but that against his better judgement.

One almost couldn’t blame her for wanting to leave his world, it’s so dull, so unaesthetic.
So unlike her death.

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Poetry & Art

Lost

by Sentara Lee
written by Sentara Lee

I can’t tell if my life is falling apart, or if it’s falling into place.

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GeneralI Will SurvivePoetry & ArtRantsStories of Hope

Not Alone, Still Lonely

by Sentara Lee
written by Sentara Lee

I know I’m not alone. There are many people in my life who love me and I hold them dear to me. They always make it clear that they are here for me, but why do I not feel it? Why do I still feel so lonely at times. Laying in my bed staring at the ceiling. 11:59 p.m. on a school night. Darkness fills the empty silence in my room. Do they not feel the way I do at this very moment? Laying here with this empty feeling and no motivation to even move in the slightest. My mind can’t even race because it doesn’t want to. I just lay here. Empty. I muster up the ability to look at my phone. Everyone that says they are here, aren’t online. I send multiple “hey”s in an attempt to feel something from even a simple reply. Minutes pass. 12:17 a.m. I lay with my phone face down. On vibrate so it’s not too loud but not to quiet in case a miracle happens. 12:23 a.m. Buzz buzz. Hope. Flipping the phone over I see a message from one of my closest friends. “can’t talk right now, busy” it reads. Simple, yet defeating. I feel my entire body relax again. The tenseness I did not recognize until after my hopes were revealed to be for nothing. I want to say that I need help, but if everyone is too busy? Sleep for them is important, but why does no one care about sleep for me. I close my eyes and lay there for what feels like forever. 1:56 a.m. Sleep finally hits my tired body, only to be woken up at 6:00 a.m. Most left me on read or apologized because they were asleep. That’s fine. I wish I could, though. Something so simple, taken. I go to a school and work hard, only to find out I had 2 papers due and a packet of review work for some of my classes. I get a 0% on these assignments, but never an, “Are you okay?” I sit at lunch in silence. An apple comes flying backwards and hits my milk, knocking it all over me. He turns around and says a simple but empty apology claiming it was an accident. That’s it. The final push to me breaking down for the first time today. I begin crying and run off to clean up. 12:13 p.m. I come back to many harsh, expected words from the table next to mine. “Crying over spilled milk?” None of them know that I spent last night cutting up my leg while sobbing in the shower. None of them know that I couldn’t get sleep nor receive help. Defeated, yet unsurprisingly predictable. At the end of the day, I toss my backpack on the floor of my bedroom and feel tears coming down my cheeks. I lay back on my bed once more, feeling empty and meaningless. I drift off and dream of a world where I am happy and someone is always checking up on me to make sure I’m okay. Maybe one day I’ll have that. I continue to hope. Unnoticed. I am not alone in life, for I am just lonely.

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Light in the Darkness

by Sentara Lee
written by Sentara Lee

We all constantly search for things in life that make us happy. Something or someone to bring us genuine joy. I search for that out of so many people. I see the potential and possibilities that lay deep within them waiting to come out. I want to see the best in people and help them as best as I can. When I reach out to receive the same help that I give, however, it’s pushed away. My mental health is too much for people and no one wants to keep trying for me the way I try for others. I search so hard for that light, but often find myself lost only seeing glances of small rays that quickly disappear. When will it end?

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GeneralPoetry & Art

I am abused.

by strawberrycrown
written by strawberrycrown

I am abused. I’m in an abusive relationship with my boyfriend.

 Every day, I get abused by him. Not just physically, mentally too. It’s gotten worse recently… He used to call me fat, he used to call me ugly. But now it has gotten so bad that. He will scream at me, begging me to kill myself. He tells me constantly that I’m disgusting, that nobody wants me (not even him), that I’m worthless, a disappointment, I’m an unwanted, shitty person and that I’m a complete waste of space. On top of all this, my boyfriend started physically abusing me about a year ago. He used to just give me a few scratches that would gradually heal, but that soon became deep, painful cuts and scratches on almost every part of my body. Sometimes when he gets mad or frustrated with me, he will punch or slap me, usually to my face. Most frightening out of everything, he has tried to kill me on multiple occasions now. He forced pain killers down my throat for about a week, every night more and more, until he gave up on that. He then tried but slitting my wrists a few nights and my throat once. A few nights ago, my boyfriend tried to kill me again, he found some serious prescribed drugs and they were close to working. He was going to try shoving the rest of the packet down my throat the next night but I threw them away. Although he hasn’t succeeded, I’m afraid he will one day as he reminds me almost everything night that he wishes to, screaming “I want you to die!”. I just know he wants me dead more than anything now…

This story is true but has been changed in one way. There is no boyfriend. So where you see “he” or “my boyfriend”, replace it with “I”.  Now the story is true…

I am abused. I’m in an abusive relationship with MYSELF.

Depression and anxiety puts people in situations where they are in what can be described as an abusive relationship with themselves. Abuse is never okay, no matter who it’s by.

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GeneralMy Suicide NotePoetry & ArtRants

Take us HOME

by Itscolourlife
written by Itscolourlife

People look at us like a pitiful person
Sometimes they call us crazy
Then they laughing at us
Make a joke of our pain
When we cry
We cant tell anyone
Cause we are afraid of how their eyes change
The way they look at us will change
We make war with our mind
We want to give our soul away
And we stuck there
With a plain look
And feel bored
How we ended up here
And how we cant get out
Anymore
Who to blame
Probably ourself
Take me home

For us expecially myself with depression

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Poetry & Art

New poem

by EnslavedByShadows
written by EnslavedByShadows

So I’m back after a long ass hiatus. I just kinda spit this out my brain so it’s raw and unrefined so bear with me. Going through a lot rn and needed to let it out. Lmk what you guys think I may go back to regular posting of my writing if you guys seem to like it..

Late at night
I’m kept awake
By every single mistake I’ve made
It’s not fair
That I
Have to suffer this fate
My life is all that’s left to take
I cannot bear the heavy weight
Of the monster I’ve become
With the Madness – all-consuming
And the dark clouds always looming
Why the hell am I like this?
It’s all so confusing
While the voices in my head
Tell me I’m better off dead
With a final blast of lead
I can fix eternal dread

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Poetry & Art

Garbage Venting

by shatterediris
written by shatterediris

Speaking to you made me smile

With a joy so juvenile

Each sentence would make me laugh

I would cherish every paragraph

 

Even though we lived so far apart

You had a tight grip upon my heart

But now that it’s time for us to depart

Is when my pain truly will start

 

Hello, I’m the one who’s lost their smile

It’s been gone for quite awhile

Driven off by arguments and harsh words

It’s now gone, exactly what I deserve

 

 

I couldn’t sleep last night so I wrote a thing to try to help with that…. I hate it and it sucks. Yet I feel like sharing it because I should…. I haven’t shared a shitty poem thing for awhile.

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GeneralPoetry & Art

cutters lullaby

by LostLittleGirl
written by LostLittleGirl

hush little baby , you’re almost dead

you don’t have a pulse and your pillow is red

your family hates you , your friends let you bleed

sleep tight with a knife , it’s all that you need

*

rockabye baby , broken and scarred

you didn’t know life would be this hard

time to end the pain that you hid so well

and down will go baby , straight back to hell

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Poetry & Art

Death is in the eye of the beholder

by suffocated-samantha
written by suffocated-samantha

Beauty cuts the flesh of the beholder,

Nobody will ever notice the girl in the corner.

Knocking on her door; cloaks dark but he’s charming,

Death is more inviting than their warm arms.

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Poetry & Art

Expectation Kills

by itsalladream
written by itsalladream

Expected for birth,

Expected for growth,

Expected to walk,

Expected to know.

An expectation that this is our lives,

An expectation to fall in line,

An expectation that this is all fine,

–

Expected until we die.

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GeneralPoetry & Art

see you soon

by LostLittleGirl
written by LostLittleGirl

when i heard of your death

i picked up my knife

and cut at my throat

until i saw the light

*

i made a big mess

blood on the floor

smeared little handprints

all over the door

*

i wrote them a note

explaining my pain

said i couldn’t go on

that death was my aim

*

and guess what angel

i did it , just like you

so up in heaven

i’ll see you soon <3

.

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heres a poem i wrote a few days ago about a friend who took their life . enjoy – xoxo , Li <3

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Poetry & Art

Her

by blueKat
written by blueKat

I saw her from across the ocean
I saw galaxies in her eyes
Burning as time passed her by

I saw blooms in her smile
Joyfully promising lies
Dying as time passed us by

I saw a dream on her mind
Longingly dreaming of time
But time only passed by

I saw the tears she’d fight
Breaking and mending and kind
Her heart slowly healing with time

I saw the dawn of light
Blinding her image from sight
Time passed by, she’d be alright

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Chronic PainFun & InterestingI Will SurvivePoetry & ArtStories of Hope

I, Comatos3

by d3miurg3
written by d3miurg3

To climb out of the wreckage of lies, deception and willful betrayal and duplicity. To perceive who someone really is under their ingenuous disguise of innocent princess playing the victim. Covert narcissism runs deep in a traumatized mind. I’ll burn the whole world down to achieve my success and realize my nocturnal dreams to reality. I’ll be damned if I let the insidious lies of a miserably trapped, cognitively dissonant, neurotically insipid, and untreated psychotic disassemble my life. The fire inside of me rages with flames of pride, dignity, and truth of self. The distinctive I. I, Ryze. And I know the Creator. My I is one with the I of the Creator guiding my life.  The eternal flame feeding the infinite creativity intrinsic to my nature. I, comatose. Yet I, ryze despite the adversity, opposition and social control. The truth is a terrible thing and you hid too many secrets. My allegiance is to the eminent self, and the transcendent entity. Your allegiances speak for themselves in your poisonous actions, words, and doublespeak. Hidden behind your veil of delusions of grandeur, your grandiose ego and superficial machinations of a personality. Fuck you. I refuse to be held down. This is a declaration to MY future!

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Chronic PainFamily & Friends EffectsGeneralI Will SurviveMy Suicide NotePoetry & ArtRantsStories of HopeStories of LossSuicidal Survivors

AI in the future ; Life is boring ; Life sucks

by niki
written by niki

Title: AI in the future / A.I in the future / Artificial Intelligence in the future ; VR in the future / V.R in the future / Virtual Reality in the future ; Transhumanism in the future ; technology in the future ; Life is boring ; Life sucks ; escape from reality

The more detailed post:

AI is the future
A.I is the future
Artificial Intelligence is the future
because Life is boring / reality is boring / real life is boring / real world is boring

VR is the future
V.R is the future
Virtual Reality is the future
because Life is boring / reality is boring / real-life is boring / real-world is boring

AR is the future
A.R is the future
Augmented Reality is the future
because Life is boring / reality is boring / reallife is boring / realworld is boring

Transhumanism is the future
Transhumanist is the future
Life is boring
reality is boring
reallife is boring
realworld is boring

Future technology
Technology in the future ?
Technology is the future ?

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GeneralPoetry & Art

begging

by blueKat
written by blueKat

I’m begging you
stop
spare yourself the heartache
I’m begging dear
I’m a mistake
you don’t want to make
turn back
it isn’t too late

I’m begging you
stop
It’s still just a scratch
I’m begging dear
please heal
give yourself time

time to mend the cracks
time to forget the past
time to find a way
any other but the way back

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