Wordtherapy Stories

In life we have many faces and facades we put up depending on the social situation or climate we are in. This poem explores the idea that no person is as simple as they seem. As human beings our personalities are multifaceted, and sometimes personal circumstances may force us to act in a manner that is opposite to how we truly feel at heart, causing these personalities to be in constant conflict.

This is not a love story. This is a survival story. A healing story. A story for the ones who never said it out loud, but always felt it too deeply. If you're one of them - welcome home. She was never just "quiet." She was a wildfire trapped inside a diary- folded thoughts, stitched lips, and a voice too afraid to echo. Everyone admired her strength. No one saw the weight. This isn't a love story. It's the journey of a girl who bled her truth into poems, masked her pain behind metaphors, and slowly... gently... learned how to un-silence herself. If you've ever felt too much, cared too deeply, or hidden too long- this is your story too.

[A Poetically Confession Diary] Dear psyche, I find pleasure in pain, the pain that i choose to suffer. ⚠️ Trigger Warning This entry contains themes of mental health struggles, including depression, anxiety, emotional pain, and thoughts of hopelessness. It may be distressing for some readers. Please read with care. If you are feeling overwhelmed or struggling, know that you are not alone. There is help, and there is hope. 💬 Reach out. Talk to someone. You matter.💛 Disclaimer : This is written in English Language Note : Photo background is not mine all credits to the rightful owner. 🚫 This story is a work of fiction written by me. Any similarities to real-life events or people are purely coincidental. Please do not copy, repost, or reproduce this story in any way without my permission. ‼️PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME‼️

Short poetry and quotes, all about love, sadness, and just thoughts.

A poem about social anxiety and the psychological challenges related to dealing with such a mentally frustrating disorder.

Poem for the ones who smile through the pain, who hold it together when no one notices they're falling apart.

Collection of short stories and poetry

• Writing the truth between relapse and redemption. • Narrative poems from the wreckage - healing in plain sight. • I write what recovery sounds like when it's honest. • Confessional poetry with grit, grace, and God still listening. • Barbed wire psalms - truth wrapped in survival.

This is a compilation of my poetry. About the moon. About the sun. About electrons, And of love. I write all sorts of poems here. Whatever you expect, Know that your expectations Will be both broken and met.

This is not a tale you'll know, But echoes where the soft tears flow. A quilt of thoughts in midnight's care, Stitched with silence, stitched with prayer. Not every word will beg to speak, Some only whisper when you're weak. So read it slow, and hold it tight, Like shattered glass in fading light. You're in a room I hid so well, Where quiet hearts and echoes dwell. Don't search for answers, let them be. Some things just crave to simply... be seen

Every family has a story. Ours just happened to unravel at the funeral. One mother's truth. One son's disbelief. One sentence that tore through silence: "Paul was an asshole." Family Façade cracks open the polite rituals of grief and exposes the raw, unfiltered honesty hiding beneath "thoughts and prayers." A follow-up to Happy House - this poem stares straight into the mess we inherit, the laughter that leaks through pain, and the sacred chaos of finally telling the truth. - From the collection "Barbed Wire Psalms" (part 6 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)

This is a poem about longing to be a parent, particularly referring to those dealing with the pain of not being able to have children and being a member a restricted LGBT community.