idk its just poetry just read it
Tear me down to cold doll parts
I’m made of plastic my dear
I'm cold and clear
I feel no love, i feel no fear
The drugs wore off, the ache did not
My head is still a blurry haze
I couldnt feel for fucking days
I was forced to focus
And that's when i noticed
My heart stopped beating
My hands are cold
And I stopped eating
My lungs are glass
So i stopped breathing
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a conversation with my bestie
“art is for the artist alone”
“unless youre Picasso”
“yeah fuck Picasso”
“live laugh fuck Picasso “
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A SHORT SONG ABOUT THE KIDS I MET IN PSYCH LOLZ
Underrage
Wards of the state
Spitting out hate
In a shrinks face
Irrational anger and sense of danger
Loving towards few
Aggressive to strangers
Seen by most as a problem to fix
But they're not broken
They're just sick
Kids in psych ward
Say beautiful things
With the ugliest words
You could possibly think
Their souls are spikey
And hard to hold
But they’re most likely
To save the whole world
<3
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a song about sinning to cope
Party girls never die
Party girls dont fall in love
And party girls never cry
Those blood-shot eyes sent from above
Bras and belts and lots of drugs
Theyd drink gas just for a buzz
They dont remember what its like
To be alone just for a night
They dont stop to think cuz when they do
Theyre scared to remember you
Party girls are daughters too
Lost to booze, her legs loose, kneecaps bruised
Your little girl is lost to karma
Undiagnosed and intense trauma
She’ll die young like an actress
Shooting up just like she practiced
Till the drugs hit her weak brain
Without her you wont be the same
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struggling with mental illness? bitch mental illness is struggling with me B)
*proceeds to sleep for 16 hours*
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escapist
Lets run away together
Just you and me
Show the world
What there is to see
We could run
Until we can scream
And nobody would hear
A fucking thing
Lets get so high
ash in our eyes
Blowing smoke rings
Under the sky
Until our heartbeats harmonize
While we make up alibis
We can live a life of crime
A new city every night
Booze and weed and wedding rings
We can own everything
You'll die young
Like rich movie stars
In my arms
In a crashed car
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i just got home from psych ward.
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Guys I’m going to make a hot take
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this damage didn’t make me tough
it simply taught me how to bluff
and fill the void with shiny stuff
that breaks and gets stuck in my feet
when i get up and try to eat
so i sit down and try to see
which poison is killing me
am i supposed to starve or eat?
trade stomach acid for a treat?
or is each calorie defeat?
what do i even mean?
when i say im recovering???
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2021 and i still sound like a broken record.
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rb if you didn’t realize you had trauma until years after it happened
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me: straight vibin for nine years, collecting trauma from my abusive parents, developing ED’s dealing with undiagosed autism
rb if you didn’t realize you had trauma until years after it happened
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me: when you take my phone away it leaves me alone, which is when im the most vulnerable to suicidal thoughts. letting me keep my phone keeps me safe. taking it away anyways is basically just showing you dont really care about my recovery.
parents: ........
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AFTER ALL WE’VE DONE FOR YOU
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This body just feels old and
Ugly to look at
And this room that i sleep in
Through like a trillion seasons
Has seen me die
At least 9 times
Has seen me cry
A billion
And when i sleep
I rest my pretty head
In the same deathbed
As the child i was back then
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hi happy pride month im leo, a nonbinary bi person and im trying to save up money to escape the controlling environment im trapped in. current goal is $7000 as i will need money for hotels, gas, food, furniture, and a name change.
currently i am at $65/$7000. anything helps :)
p*yp*l: leodins
c*sh*pp: $cainsafy
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“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”
— Jamie Campbell Bower (via dailyjamiebower)
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