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"Hate And Shame" -Poems of a mentally ill person-

TheUndeadCharlie

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Votes 368
Parts 137
Time 1h 32m

TheUndeadCharlie

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"All of the words left unsaid,
The messages left unsent,
The letters burned and ashes buried six feet deep, for I could never tell a soul what I really feel."

All of these poems are mine, please do NOT edit, re-publish or re-upload them without my permission.

Almost all of the poems that I wrote will be published in this book.

I truly put my heart and soul in these poems, so please try to be nice.


If I die, show the world my work.♡


111 poems published so far.All Rights Reserved

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WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL

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.