3-3-17 Highest Rank: #166 Poems for the lonely and depressed (Disclaimer: Some of my works are inspired by quotes or other poems) (I don't own the image in the cover, credit for the original owner.) (Trigger warning: suicide and depression topics here. In no way am I trying to promote suicide or self harm as an answer.)

Formerly known as Depression. This is about depression. Well. That and the insecurites, issues and thoughts about it. I assure you all of these are my own personal experiences and not stolen. Some of them are just scenes that flash in my head occasionally, when I'm at rock bottom. I just wanted to let all the depressed people put there know that you are not alone. Everything here has either happened to me a long time ago or right now. Don't worry, I'm getting over it (I hope) Caution:This might be a trigger to a few peers. Highest 'achievement': #8 in poetry [9th-10th June 2016]

❝ she won't be a damsel in distress nor will she be someone as important. but she'll be there to redress your wounds and swab every hurting scar clean. she'll scare the hell out of you, but she'll keep your demons at bay. she won't cry pretty, but at least she'll try to cry all of the guilt off. and she isn't that easy on the eyes but her words will cling to you like a battle armour, fending, protecting. she can be your savior if you let her. ❞ → #5 in poetry [12/28/19] → featured in 'Summer Workshop 2016' as 'Talk of the Workshop'

↠ q u o t e s ↠ on ↠ d e p r e s s i o n ↠ and ↠ a n x i e t y ✧ ↠ highest rank in anti-suicide ↠ #10 ↠ wednesday, 13th of may 2020 ↠ highest rank in poetry ↠ #13 ↠ thursday, 9th of march 2017 ↠highest rank in poem ↠ #600 ↠tuesday, 6th of october 2020 ✧ note: includes graphic scenes including links to suicide

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

random poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)

Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky

she stares into the mirror- she skips dinner again- she takes single bites from apples as the number of calories zip and spin through her mind as she gazes dully at her stomach. she just wants to be pretty.

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||

a few last words