#poet on depression

[inksplashgirl]

Bird

My life is a bird

One that I once held with a violent desperation

As it left bloody scratches in my wrists

It’s wings beating my arms

Frantic to escape my grasp.

I held that bird with everything I had

And now

It is my friend

Sometimes it tries to fly away

But it sits on my arm and eats from my hand

Balanced on my fragile body

Clinging to the will to live.

[eccedentesiast-skies]

You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.

[sleeplessv0id]

maybe in another universe, I can ask for help when I need it.

[skylark-234]

[poetrybydiya]

[oceano-de-letras]

Amaba a alguien. Le amé mucho. Durante cada día por varios años. Un día ese alguien decidió que no quería seguir siendo amado. Por nadie. Entonces se fue, sin una despedida, sin una última sonrisa. Nunca más le volvimos a ver.

Le suicide c'est comme ça | Babi PM.

[ramblingmindofrayyan]

Sometimes it’s really lonely being me.

[innerinkpoetry]

It feels heavy to carry all this emptiness

-innerink

[hamoodmood]

Albert Camus core

[thoughtsfromb4]

Know That I Too

Preface: As we wind down towards the end of this very important mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this and feels less alone, even if only in the smallest way.

To You, With Love, From Me

Please know I too have felt there is nothing left, been afraid, and out of hope.

Please know I too have felt there is nothing left and did not know if I could cope.

Please know that I too have felt alone and watched my strength drift beyond my view.

Please know that I too have felt alone, but know that you are not because I love you.

Because I, like you, have felt the type of pain that only our minds can manifest.

Because I, like you, have felt the type of pain as though a world sits upon my chest.

Because I, like you, know how it feels when life is devoid of joy completely.

Because I, like you, know how it feels to fight my brain and have it defeat me.

Know that I too have stood at the edge, casting stones into the void.

Know that I too have stood at the edge, longing just to be destroyed.

Know that I too have stopped for death, though he did not stop for me.

Know that I too have stopped for death, yet in This Now you find me free.

Know that I have faced the darkness too, and I have found my ways to clear it.

Know that I have faced the darkness too, and no longer have need to fear it.

But know that, even so, I too have wavered in my care of both my body and my spirit.

And know that I too have often wavered, in despair, so when I say this, please hear it:

Know that, just as I have found my ways, I believe in you and that you can, too, for it's within our hearts, not heads, where we truly hold our spirit.

And so please know these final truths too, spoken most sincerely: That you are loved, your path lies just ahead, and you are oh so very near it.

-- @thoughtsfromb4

[inksplashgirl]

Pull

Winter's claws are deep in my ankle

Pain flaring as it pulls at me

Always when I least expect it

So long, so, so long until spring

I throw myself against the windows

Desperate to taste the sun, just once

So many months left,

waltzing on the edge of the end

I don't know how to live when I'm so cold

My hands, my brain, my soul

My mind is a wasteland

shadows reaching out, clawing

to pin me down and strangle me slowly

I'm under seige

There's only one way to beat this thing

I have to outlast it

This wolf, it's claws, they don't last forever

It only seems like it

At least, that's what I tell myself.

[super-nova5045]

sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)

[choucon]

I'm sorry.

I'm cold.

I wanna sleep.

I want to go home.

[poetrybydiya]

[oceano-de-letras]

Estaba acostumbrada a la soledad. Estaba mejor estando sola, de hecho. Pero lo que experimenté cuando él se marchó no fue simplemente soledad. Era desolación, agonía, esa sensación de que constantemente me faltaba algo.

Babi PM.

[ramblingmindofrayyan]

Why am I always so lonely. It hurts. It hurts.