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cherriblossumsblog · 10 months

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"It wasn't supposed to be like this," I whisper to the stars. "Everyone said that it would get better if I stayed. It wasn't supposed to keep hurting like this." The stars said nothing. I was, as always, alone.

- Things I Might Say in My Last Letter to You

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candy-colored-misery · 5 months

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"and i wish to dissolve into the stars"

line from my poem "maybe the walls are thinner - but i cant tell if you give a shit or not", 12/10/23

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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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paradoxical-plutonian · 2 months

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It would be wrong to say I am grieving. Grieving feels like such an active process, a constant yearning. Instead, I feel passive acceptance in a world washed of color.

-02/04/2024

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waitingforthesunrise · 1 year

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Praise

Praise to the people

Who feel the constant

Urge to sabotage their world, and lives, and bodies

And do not act. Praise to the people

Who lay in bed today

(and it was the hardest

thing they could do).

Praise. And joy. To the people who

Lock eyes with themselves over the bathroom sink

And do not look away. Do not move their hands. Or their knives.

Praise to the people who smile

Praise to the people who wake up again

Praise to the people who sit, and stand, and move about

For there is a rare magic in the waking

making of a marvelous being.

There is such a power in a human

Who could destroy themself, but chooses to stay.

What magic.

What grace.

What beauty in the overturned

Bed sheets, bowls, books. Eyelashes on your pillowcase

(One more day)

and another and another and another

Sunset. Star-rise. Love dies in small containers, and you, my love

are the universe.

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desiarthoe · 2 months

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There's a cat crying outside my house,

In the sway of the spring air and just sprouted leaves,

I feel like ringing up old ghosts, just to ask them how to live.

I feel myself slipping away, joining their league

But I can't let go yet, of the blankets and forts I've built while I am still my own flesh and blood,

Memorised by hands that are not ghostly.

I owe them that much, I owe them too much, do I owe them much?

My mind's slipping away from me like a bubble in a brook,

Like the fading notes of a country song playing on a car that's driving away from me.

I feel like ringing up ghosts of old

Just to ask them how to live.

#depression poetry #excerpt from a book i'll never write #poetry

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thoughts-of-a-caterpillar · 1 year

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Body Of A Dead Man

I've been haunting the hallways of my own house

I've been the poltergeist and the victim of my plays

I've been chasing myself in a game of cat and mouse

Body of a dead man, no one cares what he says

He's been hallucinating ghouls on his wall

They shriek and wail in the middle of the night

"All of them are mirrors but he doesn't recall"

Body of a dead man, no one believes his fright

I've been throwing away his food when no one else is near

I've been keeping him awake at ungodly hours

I've been feeding him poison on silver spoons for years

Body of a dead man, he hates that he cowers

He wants to sleep and eat well, he wants to be free of me

But I am his own soul, an escapee of his selfish ways

He begs me to go away and earns a new cut with every plea

Body of a dead man, he's been counting his days

I've been pushing him away from those he holds dear

I've been fogging his mind till he's no longer brave

I've been whispering proffers only he can hear

Body of a dead man, rotting without a grave

#guddu writes #poetry #poets on tumblr #poets on desiblr #poetries #sad poetry #depression poetry

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knockingfrominside · 6 months

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I feel like a zombie

Like I have nothing left to give

And I’m just existing

Perhaps it’s the new meds

Or perhaps I just have hit my limit

#bpd #poetry #poets on tumblr #dpd #love #self love #writers #poems #severe depression #triggering words #depression poems #depression poetry #tired #when do I get freedom

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unknown-wizard-poetry · 4 months

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7

TRIGGER WARNING

7

Looking through the bathroom mirror,

Standing on their tippy-toes

A child, no older than 7, staring at their reflection.

But this child is unlike any other.

This child has maggots in their brain.

...

The child watches themself, counting imperfections.

Picking apart the shattered face of a lonely porcelain doll.

…

The maggots wriggle deep within the wrinkles and folds.

They whisper, so quietly,

Yet no one would bother to listen.

You wouldn’t be so ugly if you were dead.

...

The child looks into their little doe eyes,

Too somber to listen,

Too young to understand.

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cherriblossumsblog · 1 year

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candy-colored-misery · 7 months

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"im so quiet these days because if im not, i fear to break like glass and shatter in front of everyone and i would really prefer to step on my own shards instead of burden others with the task of sweeping and potentially stepping on something that doesnt even belong to them."

"fragile", a poem by me. 2023.

#cas's thoughts #candy colored misery #venting #cw depression #original poetry #original post #my poetry #vent poetry #vent blog #tw depressing stuff #tw mental illness #depression poetry #emptiness #actually mentally ill #mentally fucked #original poems

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trushe3 · 3 months

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This feels very intimate to me....because it's about the kind of anxiety that i have ....and i tell no one ...because of how irrational it feels ....and all the criticism from all the critics might just be too overwhelming....for me..it's ironical that i wrote about the things i leave unsaid ....but never told what those things are....still leaving things unsaid a very vicious loop ig

Ps: u get too much inspired by a Mutual

#poets on tumblr #spilled ink #poetry #self expression #anxiety disorder #anxiety #depression poetry #poems and quotes #poetic #poetblr #poem #sad poem #writers and poets #female poets #artists on tumblr #digital artist #art #trueshri

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ineedibuprofen · 1 year

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Silvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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that-one-gay-idiot1227 · 5 months

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The Field

They’re short

They play sports

I see them on the field

Kicking soccer balls

Kicking ass

I see them smile as they score a goal

Smile as they do their job

I smile while they do what they love

Because i love to see them smile

Its all a loop

Like the track that runs free

The track that i run on hard days

They see me

They always do

We never speak, we’re too blue

We smile and wave

And move on with our day

Neither of us pause to wonder

Maybe we think the same

What if we could understand each other

So many questions

Fly free in my brain

So many tears fall at night like rain

I wipe them away as fast as they come

Not wanting my vision to blur

I wish i could just be numb

I wish there was a cure

If i could have three wishes

I think i might know what they'd be

Peace

Happiness

Them.

They person ive slowly fallen in love with

There on that field

The person i watch slowly die

The person that watches me do the same

We both see it

We both understand

But we never speak

We just smile and wave.

#sapphic #gxg #lgbtq #wlw #lesbian #gay #relatable #queer #love #sapphic love #nblw #trans #trans mtf #peotry #sapphic poetry #sapphic poem #depression poetry

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southernsoliloquy · 3 months

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For @strap-me-down-please

Keep swimming babe x

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imakeartwheniwanttodie · 2 years

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