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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.
the ramblings of a mentally unstable 16-year-old girl trying not to fade into obscurity forevermore.
Continued in "junior year in poetry"
Alternative title: freshman and sophomore year in poetry.
Logic is fucked and goddamn thoroughly bendable to anybody with the preference and ability to do so this shit is neither logical nor illogical it's simply pretentious as fuck
My first writings as of the age of 16.
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**
poetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl.
I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first half of being oh so seventeen.
Content Warning: gore, a lot of sexuality, grooming, mentions of SA, gratuitious violence
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
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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.