BigBlackCherry
Poem Published
Today 7:41am
Today 7:41am
Loser
I am a loser
i know it, now
i want to quit before starting
Don't follow me
I am on a lonely road
in the middle of a cold desert
the sun is setting
painting the mountains red
I will walk into the darkness
and be one with the sand,
the grey sand
the shade i never liked
i know it, now
i want to quit before starting
Don't follow me
I am on a lonely road
in the middle of a cold desert
the sun is setting
painting the mountains red
I will walk into the darkness
and be one with the sand,
the grey sand
the shade i never liked
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#depression
#sadness
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:23pm
Yesterday 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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Gorotika
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
insect enclosure
Maggots nestled beneath my bed, swarming over blood stained tissues.
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
#dark
#depression
#despair
#EatingDisorder
#SelfHarm
28 reads
2 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 10:45pm
27th Jan 2025 10:45pm
Sadness
Why allow people who are rude,
Have things your daughter rarely gets?
Why trust people who can't help,
Someone they've never met?
Why be friendly to a world,
That wallows in regrets?
Why destroy an innocent child,
So you can get ahead?
Why laugh when she's not around,
To hear what you said?
Why talk to people that are there,
When I constantly worry if she is dead?
Why wake up every morning,
And waste time making the bed?
Why smile if you're not happy,
After you heard the...
Have things your daughter rarely gets?
Why trust people who can't help,
Someone they've never met?
Why be friendly to a world,
That wallows in regrets?
Why destroy an innocent child,
So you can get ahead?
Why laugh when she's not around,
To hear what you said?
Why talk to people that are there,
When I constantly worry if she is dead?
Why wake up every morning,
And waste time making the bed?
Why smile if you're not happy,
After you heard the...
#depression
51 reads
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Baldwin
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 2:09pm
27th Jan 2025 2:09pm
purposeless
This morning I awoke
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
#depression
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NP_NP
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
My dear, can't you see?
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#sadness
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
All Grown Up
The calendar says I am older
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
#childhood
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:46am
25th Jan 2025 5:46am
Numb
I weary of finding myself bonded
To half hearted lovers.
The last ember of warmth
Stubbornly flickers
Yearning for a feeling
Long faded.
Memories serve no purpose
But to haunt me.
My love has grown cold
With no strong hands
To cradle it
And keep it safe.
I have become numb.
So numb.
To half hearted lovers.
The last ember of warmth
Stubbornly flickers
Yearning for a feeling
Long faded.
Memories serve no purpose
But to haunt me.
My love has grown cold
With no strong hands
To cradle it
And keep it safe.
I have become numb.
So numb.
#depression
#sadness
56 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 9:00pm
24th Jan 2025 9:00pm
I miss you more than you could ever know.
How much time has flown by - so much, so little.
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
But her memory is kept in me. I was afraid to admit...
I guess I still am, that she will never come back.
That I won't see her smile, that I won't feel her hugs.
How much she sacrificed just to bring me into this world.
She never gave up on me despite her own health.
And once I knew, would things have been different?
If she had listened to the doctors, and everyone else.
When I was a child it was so hard to take care of her.
Especially through the relapses and affects of treatment.
I...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#mother
#suffering
131 reads
22 Comments
Gorotika
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 00:45am
23rd Jan 2025 00:45am
Farewell
I was born through misery,
and raised with pain.
The life they gave me was always filled with vain…
Forgive me my dear, for me wanting to disappear,
everything is going downhill, I can't handle the despair.
This life is too much for me.
But please trust me my dear, I'm now free from despair
Please excuse the blood my dear.
and raised with pain.
The life they gave me was always filled with vain…
Forgive me my dear, for me wanting to disappear,
everything is going downhill, I can't handle the despair.
This life is too much for me.
But please trust me my dear, I'm now free from despair
Please excuse the blood my dear.
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suicide
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
Cursed Collar
There was a girl long ago.
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
#dark
#depression
#hope
#inspirational
#uplifting
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PAR
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 11:40pm
17th Jan 2025 11:40pm
Sadness
Sadness is worst of visits.
She drinks all our tea.
Devours all the cupcakes
and never goes away.
She drinks all our tea.
Devours all the cupcakes
and never goes away.
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#sadness
62 reads
12 Comments
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