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[astoryfullofwoe]

Petrichor

The sickness clings to your skin

like rain beating down on you—

persistent and desperate

to infiltrate your bones,

to rot you from the inside out.

The scent of despair follows you around—

you wear it like armour, like an umbrella.

Can’t you smell it?

The damp melancholic air

tinged with the scent

of an indescribable sorrow;

it surrounds you like screams,

like the thunder shouting her anthems of rage—

the same rage that you harbour, child,

longing for a reaction, for an outlet,

for something that your faceless

bedroom walls cannot provide.

Time floats on by, indefinite,

blown by the ever-changing winds.

Shades of grey contorting

and melting into white,

cotton clouds replacing

the gloomy overcast;

the sun has come out—

you didn’t even notice, did you?

Feel Her joyful rays dance on your skin,

evaporating the rain that has soaked your bones.

Wake up and smell the petrichor,

that earthly aromatic hymn

of the calm after the storm.

Breathe in, breathe deep,

let the dewy air enter your lungs

and embrace you like a mother.

The black sludge that lives

in your chest is evaporating,

fading, fading, fading,

until it is almost entirely gone—

reduced to puny tendrils of parasite,

suspended in futile attempts

to cling onto your ribcage;

and in its place, a sphere of light

amongst the likes of which

you have never felt before:

a blazing, all-consuming light,

but not blinding, no—

for you’ve never seen so clearly;

the veil of fog has lifted.

the world is so vast,

its corners unfolding before your eyes.

The storm has been long and harsh—

you deserve this happiness, child.

so breathe out slowly, lie down,

feel the grass tickle your bare skin

(don’t be afraid of the earth,

we are all an extension of Her, anyways),

breathe in the petrichor,

the promise of blossoming life,

and start anew.

[jolieoneiron]

Let me go,

say goodbye.

I’ll let you bury me

find peace in a garden of flowers

where my mind will rest.

It’s playing tricks on me.

I never wished to die.

I do.

[rosekiller-addict]

Red and Silver

** If you are struggling please reach out to someone. things can get better I promise <3**

Red and Silver

the colors I clung to

the colors I knew might be the death of me one day but I couldn't seem to bring myself to care

it started with the silver

the way the sun or the lampshade or my flashlight would make it sparkle

making it seem like something it wasn't

making it seem more welcoming that it should be, like it wouldn't hurt me

and then came the red

who knew silver and red went so well together?

and as time grew, I became more and more obsessed with these colors because who was I without them?

so maybe that was why I dyed my hair red when I had never before liked the color

and maybe that was why I sought out every piece of silver I saw

and maybe this is why I hated looking in the mirror but I could never be sure why

because every time I did, it reminded me that I was nothing without these colors

[kiwicvts]

(Content warning: Depression, Venting, Sh) In the silence of my solitude, I find solace in the blade's embrace. A dance with darkness, hidden from view, A secret battle I cannot erase. Each scar tells a tale of pain, A silent plea for release. A temporary relief I gain, But it never brings me peace. The world may never understand, The reasons behind this strife. But within these scars, my hand, I search for a glimpse of life.

[knockingfrominside]

I want that fairy tale love

The kind you see in the movies

That everyone swears doesn’t exist

But it does

I’ve seen it

I want that fairy tale love

That lets you know that it’s real

I want to feel loved

I want love to be a cloud hugging me making me warm

Even on the days when love is hiding its face behind anger and miscommunication

I want to be consumed with love

- why do I never feel loved

[wherehave-yougone]

~Valentine's day~

I didn't recieve flowers,

There were no candles or candy,

I didnt even get a kiss.

I made you brownies and cooked a meal,

We ate in silence.

You fell asleep as I pet your head,

Showing you how much i love you

And I fell asleep with tears in my eyes laying next to you in bed.

tomorrow is my birthday and I already know what to expect,

you'll show me again that you dont want me, and again I'll settle for less.

[crazycatgirl420]

Depression To Me - a poem

I lay upon a bed of shattered thoughts

An ache deep in my bones

A thought of what could be

But upon my chest unseen

Sits a horror like no other

It claws and it tears and it sucks my life away

Until not but a husk remains

A hollow echo of who I used to be

[mosscaller]

"Hiraeth"

Where is home? I don't know..

All my life, I've moved from one place to another - struggling to feel like I can let down my walls and feel safe.

Nothing feels right.

The world is dangerous, and loud. I don't know how to exist here.

I'm scared. Lonely and hurting.

[saddarkentruths]

Who are you supposed to tell, when all your friends are happy and you dont want to bring them down.

Who are you gonna drag down with you, who's gonna walk around knowing this about you, just so you feel less alone.

Maybe they will turn it into something darker, maybe they will hate you for this.

Maybe they will think you told them for them to feel sad too.

Maybe you're the problem.

Who are you supposed to tell when you want to lie down and die, to lie in the ocean and drown, to fall down a building and break?

Will you do it close to them? For them to wonder why you didnt tell? Why you didnt show any signs? Why you didnt trust them?

Are you leaving a note saying this?

They're too happy, their lives are healthy, while yours crumble under the sun?

Who are you to darken their view of the world?

Would you do this to them?

What if you fail, and you have to listen to them cry and beg you for an answer.

How will you take that?

You might lose those you had, you might get some who will ask if you're ok each time you sniffle.

It will become a chore to tell them you're fine, it will make it worse, the guilt you gave them for not talking to you about something they didnt know about.

That's not their fault, how would they know?

You're the perfect actor at this point, wheres your oscar?

You've darkened their happy lives, because you didnt speak up.

You cant leave anymore because they wont let you go, everyone is waiting and watching.

You're trapped in a physical cage, is it better than the mental one you built over the years?

No...

But you lie here thinking about the 'ifs' and 'maybes', maybe you should take the chance...

What's the worst that can happen? Other that what you've already thought?

Apologise to them first, then confess your feelings and thoughts, maybe write them down and hand them a note, some words are hard to say.

They stare at you, as you expected they look at you different. You knew it, here it comes.

You close your eyes and wait the dark, the yelling...

But you feel warmth, you hear muffled sobs and get held so tight it's hard to breathe, you open your eyes and see those who you assumed would leave and hate you, holding around you and promise to help you feel what they feel, or better at least.

Is this what I thought would happen? Is this real?

You hug them back, and they say your name inbetween sobs.

Yeah... this is real.

And I'm safe.

[aviancomposition]

tired,

sick,

sick and tired.

the asphyxia catching up to me.

a common theme, in these words

the sense of hopelessness

never better explained than

when one describes the loss of ability

to breathe.

everything too thick,

and me, with no knife to cut through

everything that stands in my way.

i will drown here, in this whirlpool

of instability.

[disastrluv]

i don't know how you could look at me like i hung the stars in the sky. tie my shoelaces. agree to run through the water park at my college. show me the table you built by hand. place your hands over mine and laugh with me all night.

just to leave.

there's more to the world, you say.

[astoryfullofwoe]

Her Lungs

Dead is the green of yesterday;

the forests have all turned red.

Can’t you see their scarlet foliage

kissing the sky? The kiss

of death, the kiss of

noxious breath, the darkening

exchange of air that we

have granted a season.

We’re in the end times, baby.

The rivers run crimson with blood

and waves paint the sand a pretty pink

as we run blind and wave goodbye

to the array of hues we once knew;

we’re at the end of the colour wheel now.

Dawn seeps into the sky and

no longer fades like it once did.

What was once blue

now rusted over

and mother looks tired and old;

the wrinkles seem to have formed

overnight and only now you realize:

this can’t last forever.

There is an ending worse than death

and it’s watching the clock hands

count down and join in the middle,

intersecting like your hands do

around Her throat.

Can you breath without Her lungs?

Keep strangling Her with greedy hands

and tell me, can you

breath without Her lungs?

[jolieoneiron]

I feel like

someone tore me apart

like a demon who plays with you

A satanic laugh at your pain.

I have scars

and wear them with shame

when did I stop loving myself?

Did I ever love this body? This soul?

-pain

[borderlinebastard]

in my dreams

I pack my bags under heavy clouds.

pretend that I'm in control of my life

as it gets carried away from me.

put my hand over your mouth

feel your trembling lips on my palm

to stop your screams about how

nothing I do is worth more than a grain of sand,

finally hearing the compressed silence I'd been craving.

and my own voice, firm,

the whisper that it's always been

reverberating around your skull for the first time

as I'm draining everything bottled up out of fear

revealing the anger and betrayal beneath it.

then I leave in transport not designed by physics

going to a place I've never been that is familiar

until I wake up.

each morning alarm an attrition.

I'm blinking at strange furniture

legs still afloat

wanting to jump ship

flow out of routines

erode comfortable walls

hoping to find a better sail to push me along,

but instead sleeping adrift

dreaming again.

[sadowlswriting]

And I've been falling again,

caught in the arms of old habits,

holding the hands of old obsessions.

And I wonder,

if like Alice I fell down the rabbit hole?

Or did I willing jump in?

-Owl.