She felt everything, she felt everyone, she walked in people's shoes, just to understand them. And what did they do? The complete opposite. She was unfelt.
"And sometimes, I just want it all.. to fall into ruin. The world, the stars, the entire cosmos.. Into a heap of nothing. A discarded dream, a used up plaything. All battered and bruised.. And empty...Like me. . ."
--(This poem does not belong to me so credits to the owner of this poem)--
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I do not own these, but I have added a few parts to these scream poems.
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!
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