Mental health
names can hurt you. from bell to bell from corridor to corridor the halls of fear you crept you crept away from their laughter their pushes the pulling of your fairy boy wings and turning you into a joke with no punchline you were made into a grotesque parody of what they called a QUEER. even a teacher joined in “give us a kiss.“ the older boys the action men touching your zip and saying “has he got one down here” and every ev...Read more
names can hurt you. from bell to bell from corridor to corridor the halls of fear you crept you crept away from their laughter their pushes the pulling of your fairy boy wings and turning you into a joke with no punchline you were made into a grotesque parody of what they called a QUEER. even a teacher joined in “give us a kiss.“ the older boys the action men touching your zip and saying “has he got one down here” and every ev...Read more
This is just something I've thought about and would like to share, in case anyone out there needs to hear it. It's ok if you feel alone. It's ok if you want to end it. Just don't load the gun. Don't knot the rope. Put away the blade and use red paint. It sounds stupid to some maybe. But figuratively killing one's self, is a great success as opposed to literally. Unload the gun, make sure nothing is in the chamber. Pull the trigger. Release it. Give yourself a chance. People are a$$holes, I'v...Read more
Your silence is my
Favourite sound.
I like when your screams echo.
I like the sound of your blood dripping down.
From where? You ask...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from.
____
Whether that's you arms,
Legs,
Ankles,
Throat
And you know...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from
Obviously!🙄
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I like when you look at me with fear.
I like when you look at me with disgust.
I like when your innards paint the floor.
I like when your blood paints...
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Your silence is my
Favourite sound.
I like when your screams echo.
I like the sound of your blood dripping down.
From where? You ask...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from.
____
Whether that's you arms,
Legs,
Ankles,
Throat
And you know...
Anywhere I want you to bleed from
Obviously!🙄
____
I like when you look at me with fear.
I like when you look at me with disgust.
I like when your innards paint the floor.
I like when your blood paints...
Read more
All mighty god I'm writing you this because the struggles have been harder lately since I left your sight, opportunities got lost more than usual, emotions got off side ways, everything turned off grey and black, I tried to make it without using your name in every single step but it seems like every single outlet just keep getting blocked away. I'm falling apart and still so scared to make you a promise and not stick to it. My dreams turned to nightmares. My goals got caught in boundaries....Read more
Do you ever wake up in the morning? Not wanting to get out of bed, Do you ever have problems with speech Or just wish that you were dead. Do you ever forget what your doing? Or cry at the silliest thing, Do you ever have trouble sleeping? Or flare up like a coiled spring. Do you ever fall out with your family? Or say things you don't really mean, Do you ever hide your true feelings? Are you dirty? but used to be clean. Do you ever have suicidal thoughts? Or wish that you just...Read more
Watch them paint a picture Of how life ought to be, A job for life with good pay For all the world to see. Not caring about future Life being such a blast, Looking forward all the time Letting go of past. Some friends show affection Lending helping hand, Listening to their problems Saying they understand. But here in the real world Many painters cry, Because life isn't simple And many painters die. No job to keep them busy No pay to have good life, No one prepared to li...Read more
The owl and the chimpanzee By Nelson Osei. The owl and the chimpanzee went to sea In a beautiful boat called The Mind The owl was sensible, clever and smart The chimp was a little behind The owl made decisions, based on fact And knew where to steer its ship The chimp reacted a little too fast And often the boat would tip The waves would come and crash aboard The chimp would start to cry Large tears would roll right down his face Afraid that he would die The chimp and the owl woul...Read more
"I am going to kill myself" A man said this no lie, "No one will miss me So it's better if I die" "My life isn't worth living Nothing is going right, Only I can stop this pain If I die here tonight" Many people tried this Because life was insane, Some are now disabled Yet many died in pain. You may want to die But body it does not, When you cut yourself Blood will start to clot. You can swallow pills Thinking that's the trick, But body wants to live It will make you si...Read more
We are all rich it's just that some of us have to die first And we are stuck in this world that will not give us death quickly Embaded Patience and perseverance Our Hearts are Made of gemstones And they are hard to crack Back in the days we used to pray for blessings now we pray for forgiveness of our sins Hail Mary, full of Grace grant us the strength we deserve some wars we fight are beyond us and we were not made to overcome this Dear Lord, this might be the last breath I ta...Read more
Joy By Elliott Miller What do you see when you imagine joy? Is it a flower? A tree? A river? Do you see family? Or friends? Do you picture a painting? Do you imagine a party? Is it food? Or maybe your favorite color? Can you imagine joy? Could you put together a mental slideshow with pictures of everything that bring you joy? Flipping through it imaging your living your “joy” right now? Joy. Such a powerful word. It can mean so many things. To me, joy is a cover up...Read more
I could be a private person. Or maybe, I could be more open to people. It's too early to tell, Am I done with it? Or am I just doing okay at this moment? There is so much that I could say, But I’m not sure if I'm ready to speak. I’ve found that, The present is harder to talk about than the past. The past comes up easily, It’s over. I’ve thought about it. The present isn’t finished yet. I havent gone into depth about what I’ve done. I never thought of the consequences....Read more
Shallow breaths. In, three seconds. Out, three seconds. Don’t be loud. Don’t twitch. Don’t move. Keep your eyes closed. Try not to roll or move them. Try not to squinch. Push your face into the pillow. Slowly. They don’t know you are awake. Don’t cough, don’t sneeze. I think these things as they fight for the hundredth time. They would stop if they knew that they woke me. But it's impossible to sleep. They are louder then they think. Getting louder with every sentence....Read more
For fifteen years I sat beside those light wood brown cabinets And their rusty, black-painted hardware I sometimes sat along them and scratched the handles with my fingers And could see that they were once a shade of brass or gold They creaked slightly as you opened them And moaned against the soft wood underneath them as you walked by The house was old and worn down, So none of them closed completely either from shifted wood or how the house was now at an angle from the wearing foundati...Read more
If I grabbed your hand would you try to pull away? mad that I'm mad cant find the words to say, would you have the strength to stay? or be dry an flake away. Would you love me on my bad days take the pain away. love in your voice that make me wana stay, hate greater than love an I stray away, an I know we cant stay the same, same problems different day wearing chains like growing pains growing apart, ripping an tearing with scars, leaving a trail like shootings from stars cosmic explosions insid...Read more
