Mirakee
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
Paralyzed
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
©ylviia
#selfharm
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laniemakes
14w
Read MoreInstagram: @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
I
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 #mentalillnessI'm a Survivor
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- starrdust Awesome!❤
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uttkarsh_15
Red ink line ...
Really disturbing - luvnotes_challenge_host This was beautiful, courageous, inspiring, and very well written and rhymed!! Thank you for your participation. ✍
- luvnotes_challenge_host Huge congratulations on the Writers Network repost too! I just noticed!
- jiniaa More power to you. ❤
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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
©frog -
nerezza
15w
Read More#mirakee #nerezzapoetry #nerezzaquotes #nerezzathought #nerezzawriteup #poetry #thought #quote #writeup #depression #pain #broken #sadness #dark #night #alone #loneliness #selfharm @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @writers_paradise #mirakeeworld #pod @writerstolli
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Hypocrisy
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.
CAUSE YOU MATTER.
©nerezza -
weirdogirl
19w
Read More#selfharm #bodydysmorphia #depression #mentalhealth #triggerwarning
TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ self harmRazor 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.
Abuse.
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.
©weirdogirl -
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!!
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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
scream
let it pour from your mouth
bottom in your stomach
a waterfall of grief echoing through the darkness
scream
better to tear up your throat than to
tear up your wrists
scream
scream
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
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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
©afrataskeen_239 1
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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..
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jodi_writes
23w
It
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.
©jodi_writes -
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.
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zainabnajmi
24w
Read Moretw //
suicide, depression, death
#poetry #miss #missing #love #friendship #poem #poems #heartbreak #broken #depressed #melancholy #sadpoetry #crying #pain #depression #lonely #alone #loneliness #lovequotes #anxiety #breakup #sad #sadquotes #death #selfharm #suicide #suicidal #hurting #hurt #lifeIs 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?
©zainabnajmi -
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.
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mooniverse
25w
Read Morehumans 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.
–suheena
#pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #writerspoint #writerscommunity #poetry #poem #poet #poetscommunity #depression #selfharm #selfdestruction #selfdeprecation #selfhate #stars #constellations #nebula #supernova @mirakee @writersnetwork©mooniverse
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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. -
Thoughts
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 -
mystery_in_words
26w
@mystery_in_words
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mystery_in_words
28w
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Trigger warning!
#172
Written on 02/10/20 - 23.30
#deathwish #selfharm #tragic #blood #crimson
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