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Diary Of The Depressed

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So, I'm no foreigner when it comes to mental illnesses. Ever since I was 12, I lived with the struggles between diagnoses and misdiagnoses. I lived with nothing but my notebooks and writings during the darkest nights and the darker days. 

This is where I'll post my poems, rants, thoughts, and anything I used letters to form sentences and convey a message of my state at that time being. 

This is where I'll post my journey to where I've become. This is where I'll let you in on my little and big demons. The ones I slayed and the ones that stayed. 

If you suffer, here's some solace. If you don't, here's someone's experience. 

These are unedited ones that have every single mistake preserved. No paraphrasing. Raw and honest. 

Dates of the creation of each part are the title of each chapter.All Rights Reserved

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The Days With No Sun by hello-no-one

Sometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of rants and thoughts and poems for you guys. Everything is written how I wanted it to be rants will be long with few pauses and there will be mistakes I might have skipped over. Aha. Poems at the beginning from when I was 15 years old to now when Im 18. Truly a visual of my writing evolution. Edited by @ChemicalStarling who writes a lot but never posts! Read on, loves. I'll see you on the other side...

A fucking mess of poems dead stories by amberandshadow

FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.

Release by FeelMyBreath

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

Cap'n iZak Löw and His First Mate Zeni Corvera in the Reflective Auto Geneses by ZekaryahYitzhak

This is the Prequel to an epic novel series we are working on, lyrics and poem and psalms explaining the psychology bewixt the Mystic Artist and my Muse and Bride, Two Spirits who walk the Veil Between Worlds. Here we do our best to use world religions, history, ancient mysticism, our own poetry and "Wordsmything" and divining, astrology, psychological and neurological journey to discovering our sharing one body, and the beginning of our mind's organic introspective geneses of mythologies and prophecies surrounding both our inner microcosm, the Mirrored Cosmos, and the outer macrocosm, the Unreflected Cosmos-anchoring it to our own spiritual beliefs as Ashkenazi Kabbalist and Spanish Catholic Mystic. Zeniyah was murdered five miles west of my home at five years old when I was only one. Our mothers were the same age, same look and build, both alone for long periods of time, and fate had it that I survived instead of the girl who grew up alongside me as my guardian and wife. Obviously, our names are not the same as our past incarnations before we were reborn and married unto each other, both to protect our families and to underline the fact that since uniting as one flesh, we are not the same as we once were. Now, we recognise our beliefs are diverse and likely controversial to the wider world, which is why we wanted to publish them here first. We anchored ourselves to one another at the end of the Mayan Calendar, started awakening as Aquarian Ascendants when the Star of David reached its zenith in 2020, when the Age of Aquarius began. Any collaborative responses with respect and not harsh criticism are welcome, as we are trying to understand ourselves and how to approach telling our story as respectful to all beliefs as possible, to help others as much as us to grow and accept ourselves. The land where we grew up, which violent abuse is forcing us to leave, was originally Seminole land before ancestors of modern Anglo-Saxons here forced these tribes to leave as well.

Why You by possibilities5

Just poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Please don't steal my own poems, because I worked hard on them. If you do choose to steal MY works, I am hurt. Use your own inspiration and creativity, please, it's not very hard (edit: it is very hard) ;) The poems that I have not written belong to there rightful owners. I will not be taking credit for them.

WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL by EnigmaExplorers

I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

Echoes of the Heart by Didylle

These are pieces of my heart-love, heartbreak, longing, and hope. Read, feel, and maybe see your own story reflected in these words. "Tell me-what hurts more: Knowing the person you love will die, Or knowing they're alive, Yet you can never have them?" - Elizabeth #1 destroying #1 poetrylovers #1 poetryoflife #1 poetryofthesoul #1 echoesoftheheart #1 destroying #1 forthebroken #1 healingthroughwords #4 Motivation #3 poem book

Words Of An Idle Mind by _theidlemind_

~this idle mind is no devil's workshop~ •••~•••~••• ||Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE -May2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| || Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE- July2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| ||Featured on @AmbassadorJP reading list (June 2018)|| ||Featured on 'Well Worth The Wait' Reading list of @UndiscoveredBooks || ||Winner of WATTFEST for JapanFest collaboration (May 2018)|| ||Winner of THE MYSTICAL AWARDS (2/6/18)|| ||Winner of The Golden Awards - Random (2018)|| •••~•••~••• *Poetry is not only about feelings, it's a religion based on views, emotions and insights.* This book is a collection of unconventional poems and excerpts. It has more than just words about love, loneliness, etc. •••~•••~••• Do give it a chance, i am sure you'll enjoy it. Please VOTE-COMMENT-SHARE as you read all the peices. Your insights on my work is like water in my bloodstream. It encourages me more to bring you better works. Highest rank: #22 In top 50 (5/4/18 - 13/5/18)

My Peace Was Steady Until It Wasn't by KindiBayler

My Peace Was Steady Until It Wasn't is my journey in poems - through heartbreak, betrayal, grief, love, and survival. It's messy. It's raw. It's the truth of what it feels like to love too deeply, to lose too much, and to still find the strength to rise. If you've ever felt broken, if you've ever begged the silence for answers, if you've ever loved someone who left you in pieces - these pages are for you. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and creative expression. The characters, events, and situations are symbolic and not tied to any real individuals. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

A Deep Dive Into My Teenage Mind (From The Vault) by poetatmidnight20

I decided to write a whole poetry collection that concurs everything that has been happening in my years on this planet. I've been going through things good and bad. I'm so happy to put this out on short occasion but I'm ready to get this out.

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The Days With No Sun

Sometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of rants and thoughts and poems for you guys. Everything is written how I wanted it to be rants will be long with few pauses and there will be mistakes I might have skipped over. Aha. Poems at the beginning from when I was 15 years old to now when Im 18. Truly a visual of my writing evolution. Edited by @ChemicalStarling who writes a lot but never posts! Read on, loves. I'll see you on the other side...