An anthem for those who self harm.
Some nights are longer than others.
This is a simple piece for all those lovely people who are having a sad day, hope you guys enjoy it, 💜❤💖💖 -An old write from some darker times, with my own colourful photograph I was lucky to witness.
I’m tired of being mentally ill. But I don’t get to get better.
By mipoet The truth
Set me free. No description is necessary; the words speak for themselves. Her depression started when she was fourteen. She suffered from it immensely.
this is the anatomy of anxiety Do you know what it is like to be scared of your own thoughts? A sad, emo-tastic poem. TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide What is depression actually like? I don’t know if I’ll trust again. I trusted my boss.
Showing some appreciation for the Commaful community with this piece Appreciating the clarity and relief it gave me. A sad story based off the daily prompt "guilty".