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poetry to feed the soul

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this is my emotion 
converted to ink 
scrawled upon pages 
and pages of a blank
white void of something 
that was once nothingAll Rights Reserved

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All my thoughts in jumbled up words, scrambled and mixed stanzas, Slightly dusted in deep mindful thinking that keeps me up at 4 am watching the sun rise Trigger warning some have to do with Depression,Self harm, eating disorders,and the Dark truths that lie beyond the silver lining of a smile and what those around you show and keep inside

Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul? The mind of a person with severe mental disorders. The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within. The one that always appears happy. The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day. Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly? Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person? This poetry is mine. This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered. Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.

words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all

my life in poems

I write these poems when I hit my low points I hope if anyone reads this you enjoy #1 Sad Poems #2 Sad Poetry #2 Poem #1 Dark Poems

The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

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Poetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.

dedicated to the one that sits in the dark as a getaway. written in my teenage years, kiss my cuts captures adolescence in its rawest form. first loves, self-destruction, longing, anger, and the ache of wanting to be understood before understanding yourself.

Petals full of thought

All my thoughts in jumbled up words, scrambled and mixed stanzas, Slightly dusted in deep mindful thinking that keeps me up at 4 am watching the sun rise Trigger warning some have to do with Depression,Self harm, eating disorders,and the Dark truths that lie beyond the silver lining of a smile and what those around you show and keep inside

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