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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
30th Aug 2021 9:41am
Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
595 reads
6 Comments
copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
461 reads
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copingwithwords__
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
16th Mar 2023 8:20pm
a child in her heart
i pick my skin until i bleed,
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
scratch and rip it apart
every bit of dark disappears when we meet
but till then the dark is my whole, not just a part.
one second i’m at my best.
next i am at my worst.
just tired, can’t get any rest
from my mind, as if i am cursed.
but really, i’m just weak
a child that didn‘t learn how to soothe herself
with a heart where emotions just leak
and a mind that shuts down because of her heart and itself.
life goes on, and i function every day
where i get the chance i laugh...
#depression
#childhood
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
#SelfHarm #MentalHealth
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 12:20pm
22nd Dec 2021 12:20pm
the lies we tell
The lies we tell
I drink half a bottle of red wine
In the evening.
The wine I drink is expensive
The bottle cost 6 euros.
I only buy half a bottle
Should I buy a full one
I will drink it all
And feel bad about my lack
Of willpower.
I see my cardiologist
3 times a year
And stay sober a week before I see her
I know she will ask
If I drink
I can look her squarely in the eyes
And say, No doctor.
I drink half a bottle of red wine
In the evening.
The wine I drink is expensive
The bottle cost 6 euros.
I only buy half a bottle
Should I buy a full one
I will drink it all
And feel bad about my lack
Of willpower.
I see my cardiologist
3 times a year
And stay sober a week before I see her
I know she will ask
If I drink
I can look her squarely in the eyes
And say, No doctor.
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#disability
378 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 12:20pm
22nd Dec 2021 12:20pm
the lies we tell
The lies we tell
I drink half a bottle of red wine
In the evening.
The wine I drink is expensive
The bottle cost 6 euros.
I only buy half a bottle
Should I buy a full one
I will drink it all
And feel bad about my lack
Of willpower.
I see my cardiologist
3 times a year
And stay sober a week before I see her
I know she will ask
If I drink
I can look her squarely in the eyes
And say, No doctor.
I drink half a bottle of red wine
In the evening.
The wine I drink is expensive
The bottle cost 6 euros.
I only buy half a bottle
Should I buy a full one
I will drink it all
And feel bad about my lack
Of willpower.
I see my cardiologist
3 times a year
And stay sober a week before I see her
I know she will ask
If I drink
I can look her squarely in the eyes
And say, No doctor.
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#disability
378 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2021 12:20pm
22nd Dec 2021 12:20pm
the lies we tell
The lies we tell
I drink half a bottle of red wine
In the evening.
The wine I drink is expensive
The bottle cost 6 euros.
I only buy half a bottle
Should I buy a full one
I will drink it all
And feel bad about my lack
Of willpower.
I see my cardiologist
3 times a year
And stay sober a week before I see her
I know she will ask
If I drink
I can look her squarely in the eyes
And say, No doctor.
I drink half a bottle of red wine
In the evening.
The wine I drink is expensive
The bottle cost 6 euros.
I only buy half a bottle
Should I buy a full one
I will drink it all
And feel bad about my lack
Of willpower.
I see my cardiologist
3 times a year
And stay sober a week before I see her
I know she will ask
If I drink
I can look her squarely in the eyes
And say, No doctor.
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#disability
378 reads
1 Comment
Intepta
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 11:45pm
20th Aug 2021 11:45pm
Shut It Off
fuck
it is unbearable
to be conscious
to be feeling what I feel
to be thinking what I think
to know what I know
I cannot sleep
I cannot be awake
I want to shut off my mind
so bad
I wish I could keep myself busy
somehow
not surrender myself to the same old
self-destruction
I would be someone
eventually
I'm sure
if I could only keep myself busy
I could live
I'm sure
I feel weak
why did no one show me how to care for myself?
I know the answer
nobody showed...
it is unbearable
to be conscious
to be feeling what I feel
to be thinking what I think
to know what I know
I cannot sleep
I cannot be awake
I want to shut off my mind
so bad
I wish I could keep myself busy
somehow
not surrender myself to the same old
self-destruction
I would be someone
eventually
I'm sure
if I could only keep myself busy
I could live
I'm sure
I feel weak
why did no one show me how to care for myself?
I know the answer
nobody showed...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#weakness
839 reads
20 Comments
Intepta
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 11:45pm
20th Aug 2021 11:45pm
Shut It Off
fuck
it is unbearable
to be conscious
to be feeling what I feel
to be thinking what I think
to know what I know
I cannot sleep
I cannot be awake
I want to shut off my mind
so bad
I wish I could keep myself busy
somehow
not surrender myself to the same old
self-destruction
I would be someone
eventually
I'm sure
if I could only keep myself busy
I could live
I'm sure
I feel weak
why did no one show me how to care for myself?
I know the answer
nobody showed...
it is unbearable
to be conscious
to be feeling what I feel
to be thinking what I think
to know what I know
I cannot sleep
I cannot be awake
I want to shut off my mind
so bad
I wish I could keep myself busy
somehow
not surrender myself to the same old
self-destruction
I would be someone
eventually
I'm sure
if I could only keep myself busy
I could live
I'm sure
I feel weak
why did no one show me how to care for myself?
I know the answer
nobody showed...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#weakness
839 reads
20 Comments
Intepta
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 11:45pm
20th Aug 2021 11:45pm
Shut It Off
fuck
it is unbearable
to be conscious
to be feeling what I feel
to be thinking what I think
to know what I know
I cannot sleep
I cannot be awake
I want to shut off my mind
so bad
I wish I could keep myself busy
somehow
not surrender myself to the same old
self-destruction
I would be someone
eventually
I'm sure
if I could only keep myself busy
I could live
I'm sure
I feel weak
why did no one show me how to care for myself?
I know the answer
nobody showed...
it is unbearable
to be conscious
to be feeling what I feel
to be thinking what I think
to know what I know
I cannot sleep
I cannot be awake
I want to shut off my mind
so bad
I wish I could keep myself busy
somehow
not surrender myself to the same old
self-destruction
I would be someone
eventually
I'm sure
if I could only keep myself busy
I could live
I'm sure
I feel weak
why did no one show me how to care for myself?
I know the answer
nobody showed...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#SelfHarm
#drugs
#weakness
839 reads
20 Comments
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