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An intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity.
Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health, toxic relationships, and queer identity written from 2016- 2020. Features many heavy themes such as self-harm, depression, and suicide, please read with care.
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Poems (collection 1.0)
please don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angry poems. It's an outlet. A way to be heard. Not genius; only jumbled messes of the multitude of my thoughts fighting their way out of my brain. There's so much I want to say, but not enough time to say it. Here are my attempts.Hoàn thành
Devil May Cry ✔
She was the angel and I was the devil. I knew better than to fall for a good girl like her but something about her lured me hard. Maybe because she was hard to get or the only one who was better than me in my own game. I would be the one breaking hearts but I guess tables turn. Her love was torture for me but a torture I enjoyed. She had wings no one can see but I saw. I had all the bad habits and did all kinds of mistakes and everybody witness excpet she uncovered a side of me I learned to keep hiding. When I thought that love was empty she showed me that is was special. She was my angel and I was her devil. Her love taught me that everyone gets hurt and everyone feels pain. Even people with careless attitudes cry somedays. Her love gave me what life took. Her love hurt me more than life ever could. Because of her I now know that even the Devil May CryHoàn thành
My Voice Through Poetry
Depressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.Hoàn thành
Suicidal
This is the story of an abused teenage girl, Maddie. Her need to die has become overwhelming and she is trying to find a way to help herself before she does something she may regret. The story is told from her point of view as she recalls all that has happened to her. Maybe telling her story will help her, maybe not. This isn't just any other sob story. This is more realistic. You may even find yourself comparing your life to Maddie's while reading this story. Disclosure: I wrote this as a 13-year-old and the writing is definitely not up to my current standards, but I feel as though changing what I have already written would take away from the emotion I put into this story at 13 years old. If you'd like an updated and more well-written version, please read my other story entitled "Remembering". TW/CW: domestic violence, child abuse, sexual assault, depression, anxiety, suicidal ideationHoàn thành
The Pain is all worth it.
My imperfect journey of maintaining God in our lives.Hoàn thành
You
One month. One reader. One author. One whirlwind of a journey. From the very low lows to the very high highs and all the in betweens, a journey of love, obsession, mental health, and self discovery through poetry. Trigger warning: This story contains mentions of death, suicide and self harm, please proceed with caution.Hoàn thành
Poems (collection 2.0)
"Thoughtful, often sad, and angry poems. It's an outlet. A way to be heard. Not genius; only jumbled messes of the multitude of my thoughts fighting their way out of my brain. There's so much I want to say, but not enough time to say it. Here are my attempts." (Poems, collection 1.0) the best of my poems I've written during the years 2017-2021, (all from the original Poems book), revised, edited, and occasionally renamed - and when I say best, I don't mean good, so... go read my other poetry - the ones with actual titles. cataclysmic is comprised of poems inspired by (but generally drastically different from) the poems from this collection. there's a fair bit of rhyming in this one though, and it's not too bad - if you're into that.Hoàn thành
Dark Poetry
just some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suicide in them, if you don't like poems like that I wouldn't recommend reading this. If you do like poems like that then please read on. Also if you read these please do not comment that you feel sorry for me, I did not put my poems up for pity or sympathy. nor send me messages wanted to know all about my demons because you see me as entertainment to you now. Thank you. -Skellington_girl95 Also if you enjoyed read these poems, I suggest you read book 2 of this one.Hoàn thành
Metaphors from Mars (Poetry)
Mars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.Hoàn thành
Shit Happens
This is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expect from this book: I am not trying to make excuses for why I push so many people away, I am not trying to make excuses for my actions, I don't get excuses, not anymore, No, I am merely providing explanations, If you don't like them, If you don't except them, If you just don't care, Then that's on you, Because I will not answer the question why anymore, I will bare my soul to you in the folds of these pages, Not saying a word, These are my explanations, These are me, Do with them as you will. And I mean, just don't be an asshole. Thanks. Kisses <3Hoàn thành
please don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angry poems. It's an outlet. A way to be heard. Not genius; only jumbled messes of the multitude of my thoughts fighting their way out of my brain. There's so much I want to say, but not enough time to say it. Here are my attempts.
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