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Dead Weight

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Parts 28
Time 12h 53m

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"Behind every scar, there is a story of survival behind it."

-Unknown

It's a Hardship. It's an adventure. It's love. It's Hate. 

 It's the burden of a dead weight.

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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee by anotherneurotic

Does anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything in between? No one cares about that, I guess. Everyone just wants to know how what begins and how what ends; the rest is history. The rest is nothing and everything at the same time, because those who want to see, want to feel, breathe in it all--they are the lost souls in the world. They are lost, searching, needing, and craving souls. They are you and they are me. Lost in this world of collateral damage, hoping to be rescued. Searching for what can rescue them, whether that be a person or a drug or a hobby. Needing whatever it is soon because they have drowned and they are six feet under, floating in alcohol and seizing due to heroin and crying because of a him or a her. And craving--craving to die and to live all at once, for they know life is a beautiful disaster and they know about the good and the evil in this world; it has hurt them, numbed them, and misplaced them. But maybe, all they need to do--what every one of us needs to do--is stop whatever it is we're doing. Stop searching. Stop needing. Stop craving. And be. Just be. warning: a majority of this work will be in lower case on purpose

Cold Nights ||Poems|| by SomethingDark__

Sometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.

Live, love, laugh and die. This is just life! (Songs and poems from the heart) by michaela_ferris

These poems that i have wrote mainly come from my depressive side or my romantic side. They all express who i am and what my life is like. I write these poems and share them with you because i hop that they will help you get through difficult situations about love, self-harm or suicide. I hope you all like these poems. I agree that they are not for everybody but i have wrote themto help you and me!!

A Strange Kind of Beautiful by -taraxacum-

Trapped in pages are words I've never spoken. An overwhelming happiness, grief, and love. A walking poem and the hidden poet. To admire from afar and to be loved silently. Surrender my sorrows and bleed on paper and since then I kept this story sacred. A reminder how I made it. A chapter where I stumbled, how crushed and crumbled but still survived. Only with a pen and a heart to mend. I lived.

Thoughts Of Me, Sorry. by psalmwolfe

Just everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**

Can I Say Goodbye? by Missdelighted

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

Growing Pains by actuallyitsmonica

In the day-to-day trenches of high school, it is almost the default-setting to believe we are the main character of our own coming-of-age story. This is not wrong. It's just ours isn't the only story there is. The jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the losers, the stoners, the fangirls, the skaters. Everyone's the realest most important person in existence, all of them, at the same time, first-person narrators to their own stories, stumbling into each other's plot lines, defying the status-quo, catalysts to ups and downs. A deconstruction of all the high school tropes and cliches written over the years, a deep-dive into the psyche of students trying to finish high school while going through irrevocable self-discovery, the most improbable of connections, and the insufferable pains of growing up.

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The Clusters of Thoughts (Poetry) by Iamjustasapien

❝ Giggles erupted past my mouth, Lies slithered past your tongue. Our relationship soon headed south Then the truth sung.❞ •┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦•••┈••✦ 🖤 These poems capture raw human emotions in many different scenarios. Love, heartbreak, loneliness, and more are expressed in these poems. It is time to unwind and unravel, to marvel at the mystical world of poetry. The gates to a different realm awaits! Ballerinos, ex-lovers, and many more are awaiting to tell us their tale, come along! The tales told, can tell you the harsh reality or amuse you to no end, the choice yours to make, without any mistake. Make yourself comfy, because this is a unpredictable ride, written by a VERY unpredictable poet. ✧༺♥༻∞ #1 in poetry (2/6/2024) #1 in motivational (9/6/2024) #1 in random poems (9/6/2024) #1 in substance usage (9/6/2024) ✧༺♥༻∞ " The poems are literally too good. The writer really composed it so brilliantly, you can check out the rhyming words which fitted so perfectly with every line she wrote. It's like she poured her heart out while writing the poems...." said by @/ Mish_74100 "Any reader is able to enjoy throughout the book considering the easy and connecting language used. The vivid descriptions add to the feelings for any readers to indulge at ease!" said by @/nkvenus7878 (The above statements are taken from reviewers and judges from different communities, about my book.) Note: I have written the poems in this book. Do NOT copy or transalate my work(s) in any way or form. Aditionally, there are mentions of blood, substance usage and death in this book. If you are triggered by such topics please leave. (The amazing headers are made by @HJ_Fic

Tattooed Scars by xosamantha13

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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee

Does anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything in between? No one cares about that, I guess. Everyone just wants to know how what begins and how what ends; the rest is history. The rest is nothing and everything at the same time, because those who want to see, want to feel, breathe in it all--they are the lost souls in the world. They are lost, searching, needing, and craving souls. They are you and they are me. Lost in this world of collateral damage, hoping to be rescued. Searching for what can rescue them, whether that be a person or a drug or a hobby. Needing whatever it is soon because they have drowned and they are six feet under, floating in alcohol and seizing due to heroin and crying because of a him or a her. And craving--craving to die and to live all at once, for they know life is a beautiful disaster and they know about the good and the evil in this world; it has hurt them, numbed them, and misplaced them. But maybe, all they need to do--what every one of us needs to do--is stop whatever it is we're doing. Stop searching. Stop needing. Stop craving. And be. Just be. warning: a majority of this work will be in lower case on purpose