Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
3rd Apr 2025 00:37am
no, Google, I'm not suicidal
I googled
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
"what to do
when you've given up
on life"
and it gave me a list
of suicide hotlines
and articles on positive
mental health practices
I didn't know how
to explain to a search engine
that I'm not suicidal
I'm not looking for that kind of exit
I'm lost
I'm lonely
I'm aimless
Everything feels pointless
I've hit the edge of depression
and kept going into the abyss
instead of pulling back
like I was supposed to
I scroll through the...
#depression
#despair
#emptiness #MentalHealth
#emptiness #MentalHealth
112 reads
14 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 00:23am
17th Apr 2025 00:23am
Try & Smile
Not being happy isn't a death sentence, it's a life sentence!
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#minimalist
84 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 10:17am
8th Apr 2025 10:17am
Abused
She was on her way home from a friend's house
A man raped her in the parking lot of her apartment building
30 feet from the entrance
At first she begged to let her go
He punched her, broke the left half of her jaw
She stopped resisting
It was better to just get it over with and hope that he didn't kill her
All the time he was raping her she could feel it
She didn't black out
She could feel her tearing her up inside
She tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much
Her jaw made bright blue sparks flash in front of her eyes every time he...
A man raped her in the parking lot of her apartment building
30 feet from the entrance
At first she begged to let her go
He punched her, broke the left half of her jaw
She stopped resisting
It was better to just get it over with and hope that he didn't kill her
All the time he was raping her she could feel it
She didn't black out
She could feel her tearing her up inside
She tried to relax so it wouldn't hurt as much
Her jaw made bright blue sparks flash in front of her eyes every time he...
#abuse
#depression
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
113 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 8:31pm
25th Apr 2025 8:31pm
Doldrums
I’m captain of a tuneless vessel
adrift on a windless sea;
nothing to break the tedium –
an extended state of ennui.
I’ve tossed dream-horses overboard,
making space for something new;
still no sign of a catalyst
to brighten my field of view.
Alas! Alack! I just want to nap,
though storms veil every horizon.
Until the tempest is right in my lap,
I see no point in arisin’.
.
adrift on a windless sea;
nothing to break the tedium –
an extended state of ennui.
I’ve tossed dream-horses overboard,
making space for something new;
still no sign of a catalyst
to brighten my field of view.
Alas! Alack! I just want to nap,
though storms veil every horizon.
Until the tempest is right in my lap,
I see no point in arisin’.
.
#apathy
#depression
#storm
34 reads
3 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:40am
3rd Apr 2025 2:40am
The Waiting Game
I sit on apartment patio
iron railing chipping
framing neighbors
coming home from work
in twilight gray and soft and purple
loneliness eats away at
what is left of me
this time of day
after the coffee has ravished my flesh and soul
and the same chronic emptiness
abandonment issues
first it was bipolar depression
then borderline personality disorder
a flurry of titles I fondled in my fingers
OCD
PTSD
and all I know is
I cry daily
and you can never show me...
iron railing chipping
framing neighbors
coming home from work
in twilight gray and soft and purple
loneliness eats away at
what is left of me
this time of day
after the coffee has ravished my flesh and soul
and the same chronic emptiness
abandonment issues
first it was bipolar depression
then borderline personality disorder
a flurry of titles I fondled in my fingers
OCD
PTSD
and all I know is
I cry daily
and you can never show me...
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
96 reads
4 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 2:00pm
25th Mar 2025 2:00pm
Dead Inside
to say i'm utterly
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
devastated is an
understatement
i feel crushed
The day after
i saw our home
will be closing
its doors i was
told Two of my
supportworkers
will have to stop
due to protocols
and regulations
the government
who Wants more
money & power
they always do
it means i'll lose
3/4 of my support
system including
the deep site my
lifeline & you guys
everything familiar
feels like i'm walking
on...
#dark
#depression
228 reads
20 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 11:59pm
25th Mar 2025 11:59pm
No - A Word I Can No Longer Say
I used to be so full of "fuck you"
My heart was passionate,
My mind opinionated.
Boy, you couldn't tell me shit!
The years have gone by,
And I've grown older.
Days turned to decades
Of shutting up and backing down,
Playing by everyone else's rules
Just to get by.
Nights I've spent screaming and blubbering
Into blackness
The only time my voice truly finds me
Crawling back on hands and knees
After hours and hours
Of choking on words unsaid in the daylight.
These days I...
My heart was passionate,
My mind opinionated.
Boy, you couldn't tell me shit!
The years have gone by,
And I've grown older.
Days turned to decades
Of shutting up and backing down,
Playing by everyone else's rules
Just to get by.
Nights I've spent screaming and blubbering
Into blackness
The only time my voice truly finds me
Crawling back on hands and knees
After hours and hours
Of choking on words unsaid in the daylight.
These days I...
#childhood
#depression
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
107 reads
3 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 3:42am
18th Apr 2025 3:42am
The End
I suppose now
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
We're coming
To the end;
I've heard so many voices,
So many rhymes,
So much of the wonderment
Of humanity
Among the 'great'
Like Neruda and Poe
And Lewis and Bourdain...
And all the same,
The likes of Fia and Oral
And Her and LDF and...anyway...
I guess the moral
Is simple:
I missed so many of you
Here and there
In this quiet little corner of
Trying to figure it all out.
I really do wish
I could have read
Everything.
Every single one of you,...
#depression
#hope
#WritingPoetry
65 reads
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 2:16am
18th Apr 2025 2:16am
This is Not a Song of Ascent
There is no defying Gravity –
no leaping or jumping or flying.
She’s doubled down
and lifting my hands (my hands)
is too hard, too heavy,
not worth the effort.
She hadn’t noticed that she’d slipped,
let just a corner of my world
feel a breath lighter than before.
She only noticed when I filled
my lungs to full capacity
and sang, a full-throated
belly-voice that echoed
through my ribcage.
And now she’s doubled down, Gravity.
I got a little too close to heaven
in my own mortal body ...
no leaping or jumping or flying.
She’s doubled down
and lifting my hands (my hands)
is too hard, too heavy,
not worth the effort.
She hadn’t noticed that she’d slipped,
let just a corner of my world
feel a breath lighter than before.
She only noticed when I filled
my lungs to full capacity
and sang, a full-throated
belly-voice that echoed
through my ribcage.
And now she’s doubled down, Gravity.
I got a little too close to heaven
in my own mortal body ...
#depression
9 reads
1 Comment
Ashleysworld
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 3:49am
16th Apr 2025 3:49am
Don't take your life away
Don't take your life away look for me,
If you want me to stay by your side I'll be,
That knife in your hand can you put it down,
Why do you think it'd be better of you weren't around?
Don't take your life away,
Is my love enough to make you stay?
We are dying while we're living,
Time is flying moments are missing,
Those pills you took can you spit them out,
Take another look you're covered in doubt,
Don't take your life away,
Atleast not right away,
How many times have you thought,
If you were dead...
If you want me to stay by your side I'll be,
That knife in your hand can you put it down,
Why do you think it'd be better of you weren't around?
Don't take your life away,
Is my love enough to make you stay?
We are dying while we're living,
Time is flying moments are missing,
Those pills you took can you spit them out,
Take another look you're covered in doubt,
Don't take your life away,
Atleast not right away,
How many times have you thought,
If you were dead...
#dark
#depression
#sadness #suicide
#sadness #suicide
97 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
213 reads
2 Comments
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