Brain Barf - POEMS

Brain Barf - POEMS

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Collection of my Poetry! Whenever I have a mental breakdown, my brain does this thing where it randomly spews out words and images, and that sometimes creates some weird things. Those things can be many things, such as poems, songs (lyrics), or even a straight up drawing or painting. I never really knew how to express myself so I'm gonna do it this way. I honestly have no idea WhY I'm posting these so don't question it. I WON'T be editing them in any way when posting, I'll rewrite them word for word from my Brain Barf copy (yes I actually have one). So if it makes no sense sometimes,,, sorry? cuz tbh I don't even remember what I was thinking when I was writing these. I won't be of any help with trying to explain them lol. Please comment and give feed back 💙 maybe y'all will want to analyse the poems and my mental state idk 😂 If you want to use a quote or something from one of them, please ask! I probably won't mind but I'll tell you who to credit and what @'s to use. DM me for anything! :] -MK
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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