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Cold Water
[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’ β Warnings β οΈ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ DepressionConcluida
//In My Feelings// Poetry
Elixir darker than blood penned on porcelain coloured parchment, the reflections of my reckonings, caged transgressions and feelings. -Z. Greatest Achievements- #1 in poetry. #1 in poet. #1 in poetrycollection. #1 in poesia. #2 in nonfiction. #4 in undiscovered. #14 in diverselit. #2 in literature. #2 in poem. #4 in poems. #1 in freeverse. All media are from Google and Pinterest.Concluida
the book of whimsy β
[poetry collection] whimsical poetry i wrote to keep you believing in fairy tales! #1 in poembook! #2 in mypoetry! #3 in poetry?! #2 in poetrycollection!! #10 in deepthoughts :) #16 in poem! 01.10.2021 to 03.14.2021Concluida
Depressing Poetry
I write these poems when I hit my low points I hope if anyone reads this you enjoyConcluida
A Glimpse into My Heart and Mind as a Whole *Poem Book*
A book of poems I've constructed over the years, and currently, with each poem getting more recent and more interesting. Read till the end to see how a young poet changes both her tone and view of the world, and how she matures her writing. *The first 9 poems are older. Skip ahead if needed.*
Nobody's girl
Iris is seventeen. She's quiet, she's tired, and she's used to being invisible. At school, the bullying never stops. At home, her mother barely notices she exists-unless it's to criticize her. There's no one to lean on, no safe place to land. And the pain she carries? It's not just in her mind. It's carved into her skin, buried under skipped meals, and hidden behind fake smiles. Every day, Iris wonders how much longer she can keep going. Then he shows up. Loud. Reckless. The kind of boy who doesn't care what anyone thinks. He's everything she isn't until, somehow, he notices her. Really sees her. But when your whole world has taught you you're nothing, what do you do with someone who suddenly wants to know everything?
Trapped in my own head
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)
Pieces of Me
Poetry is not just words. It's emotion given form. A place where grief, hope, love, and uncertainty intertwine. In this collection, we explore the depths of mortality, loss, and mental health, weaving personal experiences into universal reflections. Each poem speaks to the struggles we carry, the quiet moments of solace, and the truths we wrestle with, offering recognition to those who have felt the same weight. These words do not seek to provide answers but to remind readers that they are not alone. If you have ever searched for meaning in sorrow or comfort in shared experience, this book stands as an open hand, reaching out. Praise for Pieces of Me. "Beautifully written" "So powerful" "My favourite" "Wonderful" "Inspiring" "So beautiful" "WOW" "Poetry for the soul" "This. Is. The. Most. Awesome. Poetry. Collection." "Incredible." **Highest rank #1 in Poetry!!** Featured on @WattpadPoetry and @PoetsPubConcluida
[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’β’ β Warnings β οΈ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression
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