Poetry within these pages have been written through the depths of darkness that exists within my mind. I have written most of these poems in the state of severe depression, uncontrollable anxiety, never-ending self-doubt and an ocean of insecurities. Writing poetry, for me wasn't just an escape - it was a coping mechanism. We should not feel ashamed, disregarded or belittled for suffering from mental health conditions. We should speak out, we should let our voices be heard. No one should have to suffer alone in silence. Suffering from a mental condition is no different from suffering from a physical illness. We should speak out about what we've been through and the dark thoughts that consume our minds, and the way we question the worth of our every breath. We should never ever cease to stop. Not until going to the therapist is considered as normal as going to a doctor when we feel ill, and we shall not be silenced - Not until we no longer have to witness countless suicides in order to spark a serious conversation about mental health in our societies. Until that day comes, we shall not be silenced. You shall hear our stories, our voices, our overwhelmingly dark thoughts. You shall hear of every thorn which has been scattered in our paths, making us bleed leaving several permanent scars. Most importantly of all, you shall hear about how we managed to survived. How we survived the hardest battle of all - the battle with ones own mind, thoughts and feelings. The inner battle with oneself. The scars from our journey remind us that we made it through what we never thought we would - And with every day that passes by, we win another battle of survival. I know that many people out there can relate to what I've written, and I hope that by sharing my poetry we can address and fight the various stigmas surrounding mental health. DISCLAIMER: Some poems are dark with references to death and graphic details of self-harm.

Short, descriptive, relatable poems. They never did love me did they? Enjoyy xx

Poetry Collection: A collection of poetry about death, depression, grief, pain, struggles, and all those bad things in life.

A collection of sensual prose and poetry for adults only. Some of the future content won't be suitable for those under eighteen. Read with caution. P.S. You won't find any p0rn here, I'm afraid. The material under this title is to explore human senses, especially carnal desire and passion. "Euphoric fascination to become more than a physical rupture in your bare flesh."

Poetry A language that speaks in feelings The feelings that we must keep in Because people who judge us Disparage our family and ridicule our kin Poetry Words on a page The kind that tear you in two The words that get written on notes Passed from desk to desk Until it finally gets to you Poetry The emotion expressed When you feel more than stressed And you seem all but dead Until writing helps you through Clearing away your uncertainty Making the world a vibrant color Full of life, and full of emotion

"personification of beauty. master of deception. queen of heartbreak. ruler of my heart." ------------------ #1 in sonnet. June 17th, 2018. #33 in poetry. June 23rd, 2018.

Depression!! What really is depression. Is it a feeling or just a wave of sadness?? In this book I'll try to explain what it means and how to go about it. Might never know it might shed some light and help a few people out there. Cover made by @ComfortableShows Check out her cover shop. #1st place in nonfiction in fly high awards ❤ HIGHEST RANKINGS #2 in thoughts of suicide #13 in colorless

HIGHEST RANKS: # 1 IN POETRY #1 IN POEMS #89 IN POEM Cover and banner by @mikeyspizzadope ♥♥ Go give her some love (: ••• God listens when she sings. She is an angel without wings. Her halo has been broken. Her light has been stolen. And yet. She continues to protect. The hope for others. Her sisters and brothers.

Love is a fickle mistress... As I go through this I want to write about it...I need some way to explain it...understand it and hopefully make sense of it all. Feel free to read and enjoy my mess of emotion