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MatureOngoing31m
Last published Mon, Nov 15, 2021
A poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.
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Thursday
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.
POETRY OF MINE
Poetry is a beautiful way for self-expression, allowing me to share my thoughts and emotions in a powerful and captivating way. It is an art form that allows me to explore the depth of my feelings, and to communicate them to others in a way that is both moving and memorable. Whether through rhyme or metaphor, poetry offers a unique and endlessly rewarding way to explore the human experience.
Life
A collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will ever know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the human mind. From straight forward and relatable to the most bizarre and weird, jumping from one poem to the next with crazy intensity, I hope apart of you feels satisfied or even less alone. Side note: Need a specific poem to feel better? Let me know.
THE FOOL ON THE HILL
A collection of personal thoughts and poetry.Complete
Inside the Psyche of a Poet |Complete ✅
This is a collection of poems I have written. Please do not steal or use these poems without permission. Thanks! ~ScarredSecretsComplete
Symptoms
Poetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.Complete
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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