I saw the world in your eyes To know that we could've been so much more Than what we are right now If only We could've met each other At the right time... Until next time My love

A poetic rose that has been wounded with thorns. Words put into feelings, that has been hidden away and turned into a page. Warning: does involve mental health situations.

Hopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.

When I wake The sun forgets to descend Or is it just me who forgets to notice, Maybe I awoke the insane. Called me barely sane I wish I could actually know 'What is this insane?' After all when I wake The sun forgets fo descend The things we don't notice Maybe I woke in another realm Where there isn't a wish to care. ___________________________ Welcome... To my home With poems at your disposal Stories at your welcome. Yours R.Writter

'milk and cookies" is a collection of poetry and quotes about life. A twist on the classic 'milk and honey' by Rupi Kaur.

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*TRIGGER WARNING* just a collection of shit I came up with to try and feel better.

This is a poetry/journal book about my experience in the Psych Ward. It's all true accounts with names changed for privacy. I wrote this while in the ward, except for the last day. Please take care in reading. If topics of suicide, depression, rape, molestation, and other possible topics are triggering for you, this may not be suitable to be read. [This poetry book is completed ✔] Ranking: #1 in poetry #4 in poem #10 in nonfiction #16 in Short story

This is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.