depressing "poems" for teens
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Dernière publication dim., janv. 5, 2020
ok soooo I'm a young teen in a relationship
I have a LOT of mental health problems ( really bad separation anxiety) these are from a really bad state of my mental health, I will be adding to them as I cry
SOOOOOOOO lets go to the story shall we
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She's the new girl, 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 was a joyful child whose wings were clipped too soon. For every lesson she endured, every promise broken every soul she lost, she wears the consequences. Walls have ears, doors have eyes, and she learned too late to beware the man she thought she knew. She learned how it feels to be dead while still walking, to wear a heart that no longer beats and a soul that no longer feels, trapped in a home that seems perfect but hides a world of horrible cruelty. Her scarred mind locked on the boy she thought she could have. He was her greatest hello, her saddest goodbye, the biggest what if she will question all her life. She was the first person he showed his heart to and the reason no one would see it again. He gave her a weapon to destroy him deeply, hoping she would never use it, yet in her hands it felt destined to bruise it. 🕊️ TRIGGER WARNINGS SHALL BE READ🕊️ Read to find out more
"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard
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