915 posts
  • ylviia 13w

    This is a message to all the people
    Who are scared to seek help
    And rather suffer alone on their own
    I know it sounds superficial but you can do it
    You are strong enough
    You are worth it to recover
    You deserve to fight for your happiness
    Because there won't be a moment where it will find its way to you
    For us people struggling
    Happiness is hard to maintain
    We have to chase it, we have to fight for it
    But today, I actually gathered the strength
    To make the first step towards recovery
    Towards a better journey,
    Towards a better and happier life in the future
    And I want to tell you
    That it's never to late to reach out
    It sounds so simple but I know
    That it's hard as hell
    Opening up, Trusting someone,
    Being vulnerable
    It is so f*cking scary, it makes you feel
    But you won't regret it, I know I won't
    And trust me, for this battle
    You need someone to watch your back
    This battle sadly can't be conquered on its own, at least I couldn't
    And I fought
    I fought for three fucking years
    And the lies I have been feeding up myself with, the things I have told myself
    You can't face a battle against yourself
    Such a battle has no victory
    But you can reach for the better life
    You can walk away from the battle,
    You only got to make the first step
    So promise me you will tell someone today
    Reach out for help, fight for your happiness
    It's your life after all
    And promise me you won't listen to the lies you tell yourself
    Do not listen to a single word they say
    "You are fine now, you see?"
    Hell no I ain't and we both know it
    "You can do it on your own, you are in control"
    If I were in control, I would have taken action long time ago"
    Talk back, gather your last strength and reach out
    Because you deserve it
    Because you're worth it


  • laniemakes 14w

    Instagram: @theCEOofH2O

    Trigger warning: self h*rm, s*icidal, mental illness

    Before fourteen
    I remember
    I used to look in the mirror and wonder
    Why is that person such an ugly girl

    I remember
    I used to be in my classes and
    Wondering how my life would end

    I remember
    How worthless I felt breathing
    And how hard it was to keep living

    Life was a warzone and I was surviving
    I am a survivor because I tried my best trying
    Trying, to live and I kept fighting
    Fighting against my own mind
    Had these marks
    that can be considered as battlescars
    Or tiger stripes from the dark

    They were definitely marks
    I drew on my wrist with a pencil
    In the shape of a triangle
    But then it revealed red ink

    I now think,
    I am not a piece of paper to draw on
    I am a piece of artwork
    Who belongs in the gallery
    For being such a beautiful girl

    No one deserves to go through the same pain
    Self love is a journey and I’m still on my way
    I’m brighter than any star in the sky or any flame
    I’m now falling in love with myself every single day

    #cees_tp_chall #mirakee #challenge #topicprompt #battlescars #prompt #selfharm #selflove #selfhate #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #poetry #poem #mentalhealth #mentalillness

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    I'm a Survivor


  • frog 14w

    self harm

    I want to cut
    long and deep
    just to watch
    the blood seep
    through my shirt
    down my wrist
    leave me in eternal bliss
    feel the burn
    feel the pain
    so much i forgot my name
    im not okay
    and neither are you
    so why won't you just say
    you love me too

  • nerezza 15w


    I realised existed closer than it seemed
    For the people around
    Empathised with those issues
    Which were taboo in their own spaces
    Which were brushed off as
    “It was past”
    “It has to be long buried off”
    “You had to move on”
    Sorry to disappoint
    But that’s not how it works.
    How can you make someone act like it never happened?
    How can you ask them to rise when they were not given a chance to mourn the fall?
    Instead of a proper healing of a wound
    It was hushed off affair of veiling
    Of making yet another treasure out of it
    Of putting it in the collection of dark secrets
    A perfect recipe to threaten a human existence
    Into becoming a grave of memories,
    A burning pyre
    Which would be lit until one of it fades
    Either the person or the memories
    Till then life would be a battle field
    With scars, cuts, bloods, sleepless nights as cherished rewards of long drawn out war
    With complementaries of—
    “You won it”
    “We are proud of you”
    “You did it”
    Which are yet another of those illusive threads of hope
    To which you hang onto
    Thinking that pain has ceased finally.
    But let me tell you, it never does.
    Not will it ever.
    Though anger, sadness, all are gone
    Sharing the same fate as their initial source,
    That is being long lost
    But the journey and the pain
    From one morning to another
    From one night of struggles to another of breakdown
    From one morning of suffocation to a night of liberation
    And an aftermath of exhaustion remains
    The tiredness of continuing
    Despite wanting to give up remains
    And yet I know it’s not right to give up
    But it’s also not right to hide
    To conceal those struggles
    To never get a chance to heal
    To just survive
    Maybe it’s important to finally let it all out
    To breathe
    Not just mechanically inhale and exhale
    Cause your struggles, your emotions, your happiness matters.
    It all matters.


  • weirdogirl 19w

    Razor Blades

    On the day that I left, I gave my arm a present.

    It was the kind of present a bully gives to their victim.

    The kind of present given by a 14 year old druggie parent.


    It’s screaming in your brain and leaving nothing but pain.

    The blood runs down my arms while the word ugly carved in blood helps me tame.

    I look in the mirror and see the swirls on my arms revealing that I’m nothing but a crushed up candy cane.

  • vasqora 19w

    Life's a CuNT

    aye lately, i finna be feeling like im clearly, over with my life i strive to sincerely try and make things work but life smirks laughs off the efforts i put in, negates my interest in livin negates my thoughts my dreams my wishes. hell all i know is my body is now covered in stitches. leeches sucking the soul out of my like the dementors of the past. my thoughts are dark like there's a negro up my arse. i wake up eat, shit and sleep, this cycle plays on repeat and i weep. i mourn the loss of my will to live, ive honed my skills time to take the leap!!

  • thisoneiscozy 19w

    the stars are my only friends

    scream, child
    fill the silence with your anguish
    when nobody else will listen
    when they all see you body-first
    when you don't know how to form the words anymore
    let it pour from your mouth
    bottom in your stomach
    a waterfall of grief echoing through the darkness
    better to tear up your throat than to
    tear up your wrists
    scream, child
    scream until the demons can't use your voice to speak anymore
    scream until all that's left is silence

  • afrataskeen_23 20w

    Sonnet of my life
    Ode to lover, Part - 2

    It goes in silver and comes out red
    It's been a long time since I've last bled
    First comes relief then comes regret
    The process just repeats I wish I could forget

    Bad days, Long sleeves, Sleeping pills, Bad dreams
    Skipping meals, mom says I'm weaker than I've ever been
    I see darkness through my eyelids
    I'm drifting further away from where life is

    I was getting better, I was becoming in control
    But I find myself spiralling, back down the deep, dark hole
    Detest, I hate what's locked inside my chest
    Dissect, watching the crimson flow like I'm obsessed

    I wanted to tell you, how with myself I am at war
    But it's so hard to explain, so I make these scars

  • afrataskeen_23 20w

    An ode to my lover

    Hold my hands and feel me tremble to the bone
    Where do I do it ? The crimson flood can't be shown
    In the silence of the night, I become your humble slave
    Your silvery shine will take me to my grave
    Day in and out, you look at me wildly
    How do I resist you ? When you treat me so kindly

    Drip drop, you taunt me as I taint you red
    Drip drop, the crimson brings me back to life
    Tick tock, suddenly my body melts in the comforts of my bed
    Tick tock, back to reality, I throw away the knife

    Hold my hands and feel me tremble to the bone
    How do I hide it ? One, two, three four
    Tears rolling down my cheeks and I need some more
    The opened cracks let the demons out for sometime
    I'm able to breathe a little better through the crimson lines
    I bleed blue in these pages to stop the red, to stop my blade

  • thisoneiscozy 22w

    the death of an artist

    if my fingernails could channel the anguish in my soul
    they would carve ribbons from my wrists
    and i would sit there on a pedestal
    a masterpiece woven from the remains of my sanity
    both a warning of the perils of burning too hot for too long
    and a testament to how to self-destruct so beautifully
    the world preserves your final cry as art

  • dreamer_4 22w

    Sometimes..I think about my body..that this thing that I reside in..will go through years and years of age..and will be called 27 one day..37..the other..47..57..and may even reach 97..one day..and will be the manifestation of all that my mind has gone through to the viewer... it's just hard to believe that as time passes slowly and slowly..in its own ways...I will come to age...and will be old..just like other old people..well...that is ..if I don't die before that..

  • jodi_writes 23w


    It's taunting me. It knows me well. I pretend as if I'm immune to it. But my soul owns no fraud. It's my monster. My demon. My friend. My redeemer. It uses what's in my view to push me towards it. It laughs at my temptation. It has no mercy. It's full of danger. Full of wrath. Full of hatred. Poisonous. Vengeful. A murderer of strength.

    Yet, it knows me. It comforts me. It's my soft feathery pillow. It's my blanket of peace. It takes it away. It gives me love. It gives me rest.

    Shamefully, the face I see is torn and broken.

    Lovingly.... It sees beauty.


  • pri_rag 24w

    A letter to my blade : Part 3?

    The words fall short of what I'm feeling,
    Tears streaming down my face like I'm bleeding. Why are you the only one who can give me peace? I have tried my best to care for everyone and no one, just myself, just my family, everything and nothing. Yet, yet you are the only thing that remains in my mind. Like a splinter I can't get out. Well, you are a splinter I can't get out, so I know you will never leave me. So I can tell you that I love you. Because you wouldn't leave me. I know you. I know you so well that I can predict your moves. You don't need to tell me where you need to be, I know it's alway buried deep under my skin. Till the last nerve right? Right.

  • zainabnajmi 24w

    Is It Okay?

    is it okay if i wake up heavy-hearted everyday?
    is it okay if my favorite hobby is to daydream and imagine a world without myself in it?
    is it okay if i believe that the world would be indifferent to my absence?

    is it okay if my mind has sucked the life out of me and it has left nothing within, but a poison that continues to fail in taking my life away?
    is it okay if i'm selfish about ending my pain for eternity by passing it onto others?
    is it okay if i don't know how to love someone selflessly?

    is it okay if i am not a good person?
    is it okay if i don't know how to be a good person?
    is it okay if i don't care enough about becoming a good person?

    is it okay if i don't know how to celebrate the unadorned pleasures of life?
    is it okay if nothing excites me anymore, but a mere thought of dying sends a chill of purpose down my spine?

    is it okay if i search for melancholy in everything around me?
    is it okay if i can't find a sole purpose in life?
    is it okay if i am floating through life meaninglessly without any ambitions?

    is it okay if i always feel lonely even when i have people looking out for me?
    is it okay if i feel like i don't fit in?
    is it okay if i don't fit in?

    is it okay if i want to spend the rest of my life locked inside my room without having to see anyone ever again?
    is it okay if i am worthless and can contribute nothing to this world?
    is it okay if i don't feel the desire to contribute anything to the world?

    is it okay if all i think about is death?
    is it okay if i sometimes talk to death?
    is it okay if death becomes my best friend?


  • pri_rag 25w

    I'm so hurt. My chest feels constricted
    It's like I see all the place to breathe but there is not enough oxygen for me.
    People always leave. I have always known that. I do not know why I thought this time would be different, maybe it was just hope.
    I don't want to live like this anymore. I hate feeling hurt all the time. I hate hating myself so much. I just want to break free from this place. A new beginning is what I crave. I need a fresh start once again. I don't know how many more of those I'll need in my life, just enough to get through the day?

    I can feel my face burning up, my throat sore from screaming at my dad. I feel bad. I don't know what to do. I just wish I had an answer.

    I just want it to end. I want people to stop hurting me. I know how to make that happen. It's by killing myself. I know that. I just can't. I can't do that to my family. I can't do that to her. And I definitely can't do that to myself. I think. I feel so close to giving up everyday. A little less reason to live. I want to stop this neck pain that's getting worse as my chest closes in. I just want it to end. Please. Just give me a way out that hurts only me. Not anybody else. No one that loves me. Just me. Please. I need that. Please.

  • mooniverse 25w

    humans are often compared to stars.
    but i never understood why.
    i always denied calling myself a star
    for i never shone brightly,
    i just existed.

    now that i think about it,
    perhaps i am a star
    that's burning in order to survive –
    indulging in self destruction
    just to stay alive.

    it's not that i live because i can't die,
    or perhaps it is, i don't know.
    i just know that i wouldn't mind if the ground cracks open –
    molten lava swallowing me whole.
    stars never asked to live this way, did they?

    i'm just waking up in a body that's shrinking everyday–
    bones prodding out like thorns that i can count with my fingers
    bones that can barely hold me up–
    i don't even want them to hold me up anymore.

    i'm nothing but skin stretched across bones,
    clusters of self-inflicted nebulae sprawled over it.
    science says that stars are born within nebulae
    then can i make a constellation out of them?
    a constellation that comprises of all my mistakes.
    it shouldn't be a mistake if i give up then,
    because boldly giving up is as courageous as not giving up.

    i don’t remember any violent beginnings, but i do know that i’m constantly burning, burning, burning.
    i wouldn't mind causing a supernova
    but you see,
    no matter what i say, i'm still a human.
    my light constantly flickers
    but if that can be a source of a splendid view to someone else,
    if it can be a source of comfort to them,
    then i'll continue burning, burning, burning
    i’ll continue to combust until my words become muddied with smoke –
    till it's all gone.


    #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #writerspoint #writerscommunity #poetry #poem #poet #poetscommunity #depression #selfharm #selfdestruction #selfdeprecation #selfhate #stars #constellations #nebula #supernova @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • mentally_till 25w

    My Body

    Skin to skin, I wonder if she likes my warmth as much as I like hers.
    I wonder if she'll carry on until my body grows cold
    I wonder if she'd continue beyond that
    Would she notice? Would she care?
    As my body crumbles to dust between her fingers.

  • inkedwrists 26w

    Sometimes, I just can't control my thoughts
    No medication's ever made them stop
    All I think about is everything I'm not
    Instead of everything I got

    'Cause I'm scared they're all laughig, so I make the joke first
    If I beat 'em to the punchline, then I can't get hurt
    Yeah, I swear to God I'm trying, but I don't know how to be

    How to be a good friend to me
    'Cause sometimes I just feel like I'm a freak
    When I wake up, I just don't like what I see
    All the way from my head right down to my feet
    I wish that I thought differently

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  • mystery_in_words 28w

    Trigger warning!
    Written on 02/10/20 - 23.30
    #deathwish #selfharm #tragic #blood #crimson
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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